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The winter sky is dark, there is no moon; The taxi’s lights reflects off tin can houses; Taxi bump, a dog not a speed **** driver will stop until noon; Rival taxi speeds past with a bang by the side with the man and his spouse; Her blood bitterly decorates the 18-seater, Lesha from Khayelitsha.
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 3:15 PM UTC
On My Way Out of Khayelitsha