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Aug 29
I live in longing
My doors are footprints
My windows moving shadows
My walls longing colours
Coloured rigid squares
In this room of longing
A flood is coming
To wash us of the sin
Of succumbing
To live in longing
Written by
Popie  28/Gender Nonconforming/Cape Town
(28/Gender Nonconforming/Cape Town)   
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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