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Jun 6
Even with my eyes closed
I can still see the pain in my own eyes
My mind gives out,
A reflection of me I can not dismiss
Brittle it was, shards it became
Dreams no longer offer the embrace as before
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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