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Jan 2020
Where the sun meets the tired Sahara desert,
Lay me there.
Watch my silhouetted body dance
To the tune of nature
As you walk away.

Let my lifeless body become
Nature's paradox:
That which is lifeless sustains life,
A rude and sobering reminder
That it takes a life to make one
When I die, I want my body to be the food that keeps the ravenous jackal just long enough to survive extinction
Mandla Wa'Ntima
Written by
Mandla Wa'Ntima  21/M/Pretoria
(21/M/Pretoria)   
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