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  Feb 2021 Emmanuel Phakathi
ymmiJ
did summer ever come
with promises to return
seems winters' never gone
this cold is set to burn
  Feb 2021 Emmanuel Phakathi
ymmiJ
light gains
darkness fades
springs ahead
  Feb 2021 Emmanuel Phakathi
ymmiJ
muted whispers
screaming inside vacuums
only one listens
  Feb 2021 Emmanuel Phakathi
ymmiJ
barren frozen cold
inhospitable truths told
lands bitter souls
  Feb 2021 Emmanuel Phakathi
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I am
theatre bred
I am
poet born
I will not tread lightly
I will blow my horn
I will make practice
of practice
Till every act is
that of mastery
I will steal history
for so long
that it will linger upon
me. For centuries
She's a meadow

of wilted flowers

once in bloom

but broke too soon

how quickly

the parched ground

devours

its own
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