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Mar 2021
One
Two
Three
I count them individually in my hand
Ten
Twenty
Thirty
There's enough...
With one foul gulp
All of the plain white pills disappear
With every last piece of me alongside it
Cindy
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Cindy  17/F/Cape town
(17/F/Cape town)   
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     Imran Islam and Khoisan
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