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Aug 2020
It is in the middle of the night
tossing and turning
with no wink of sleep
trying to find thyself again and again
grazing within the space
in the darkest room so cold
cold of insecurity and uncertainty
of what day after today brings
whether more sorrow or grinding of teeth
maybe grace and mercy or glory
HOPE
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HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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