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May 2021
I see birds fly
from this concrete predicament
faces in ****** hands
I hurt and I cry
my hands are wet
trapped
on Pilates plateau
a place where bugs die.
Khoisan
Written by
Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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