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Aug 2019
Where mothers wail,
family, friend, and foe
gather in last respect
and jovial sadness,
greeted by whiskey and tea, in the aftermath of moths wearing black vails, stepping on flytrap petals,
walking down the aisle of the pallbearers wedding.
Khoi-San
Written by
Khoi-San  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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