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Oct 2020
Before the rope leaves my neck
With red bruises and stretched
Out. My arms has cuts like
Some crisscross tattoo, maybe
This tattoo is better to one
On my legs; in short I many have cuts
Everywhere. I look like some
Sacrificial lamb cleansing the
Earth’s worst problem, me.

One funny thing about this.
I’m smiling though the agony.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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