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Feb 2020
The thick smell of *** you never saw fills the room
This the only room you could afford
The false sense of order defeated by the foul smell of ***
If this room could speak it would tell of tales not even your wildest dreams could conjure
I saw a big cockroach while sitting on the warm electrified loo
Cape Town
Always a tale of numerous realities slee
Emmanuel Phakathi
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