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Jun 2020
Sleeveless shirt on my wet back caused by the intense heat the sun is breathing out
Cutting corners on my bike riding, smiling and waving to the hommies smoking dubies
Dry mouth no vibe lip licking until until until until
Sadness all around the playground as I see kids building sand castles with no hustle
Skin too dark to tan might turn and burn
Rain the only option to cleanse my soul like a deep bore hole that’s been virginized of water from birth.
Tshepego
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Tshepego  24/M/Pretoria
(24/M/Pretoria)   
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   Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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