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Aug 2022
It is a heavy word
Especially when my lungs cough it out
or my ears collect its waves

A goodbye doesn't guarantee us that we will meet again
It guarantees us that it will bring a new hello and that's not what I want
A new hello won't be the same as yours

I'd rather say
Until I see you again
Maitsholo
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Maitsholo  17/F/Pretoria
(17/F/Pretoria)   
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