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Jun 2022
The
trees are gone
the
entrance is covered
by
synthetic lawn,
tech-savvy
codes
crisscrosses
the
dorm.
Should
the
eager beavers
remember a mother's scorn.
Khoisan
Written by
Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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