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Sep 2014
Father checks if I'm sleeping; I wake up, and see
little tinctures of nothing night-sky poetic, I see
blandness slathered in a huge speck. Where was
that spirit and excitement and everything that life offered
not too long ago? Who wakes up to do their homework
at midnight?
I'm effing tired.
Tawanda Mulalu
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Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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