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Mar 2019
I was the Hurricane that fondly blew on him
-the way you do your favourite old records

But he was a dandelion and
he was gone
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some things are best enjoyed only at that moment. Don't blink, don't ask for a pinch because, by the time you believe it, Its already moved on.
Written by
Isheanopa Zvobgo  26/F/London
(26/F/London)   
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       Khoisan, Crazy Diamond Kristy and Esther Pollak
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