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Aug 2022
I could water the forest
with my eyes
I could drown the ocean
with my tears
I could move the mountain
with my heart
I could summon the wolves
with my weep
I could cause a tornado
with my breathing
I could die
from sadness
Nikita Tshawe
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Nikita Tshawe  29/F/Sandton
(29/F/Sandton)   
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     Khoisan, ARI, Aishu and Healer
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