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Sep 2014
the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.
watching the sun streaming placidly through my window, a gentle breeze flapping the curtain
Blackheat deShanti
Written by
Blackheat deShanti  Cape Town
(Cape Town)   
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