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Nov 2019
You and I, we no longer
ask for space
We rap our knuckles
against the walls
and bite at each other
Stick pins in the chairs
And leave the milk out to spoil
We drive a hard bargain,
And cackle like a crazed one come to end it all
andisashayi
Written by
andisashayi  F/South Africa
(F/South Africa)   
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