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Apr 2019
As the sun seeps into the room
So are my words uttered.
Slowly but surely,
Of this disasterous occurrence
I gasp for air,
But no longer
Feel my heart rushing

As I close my eyes
I leave this world
And my heathens behind to enter a more beautiful place
Where peace shall be a reality.
Miche
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Miche  16/F/Cape Town, South Africa
(16/F/Cape Town, South Africa)   
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