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Apr 14
His quietness, was his roar.
Echoes of broken words combined within.
Even the deaf were silenced with no gesture.
The room shook from within,
Taking it all in,
Grasping that he could not be loved.
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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