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Jul 2021
The winter sky is dark, there is no moon;
The taxi’s lights reflects off tin can houses;
Taxi bump, a dog not a speed ****, driver will stop until noon;
Rival taxi speeds past with a bang by the side with the man and his spouse;
Her blood bitterly decorates the 18-seater, Lesha from Khayelitsha.
The taxi war in Cape Town.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
(16/F/South Africa)   
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   N and Brett
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