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Feb 2020
I sit with a secret
I sleep with it
walk with it
Its presence more pronounced
when I am alone with it
Me and it
silent about each other
our deadly omertΓ 

I need to let someone in on it
in on the secret
maybe a doctor
or a healer of sorts
maybe
just
maybe
I might just survive it.
Emmanuel Phakathi
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Emmanuel Phakathi
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