She sat cross legged in her room.
The world’s burdens did not rest on her shoulder
She was trying to find a way to sit with the
world in her wombWednesday 8 April 2015
Thursday 2 April 2015
Braamfontein
This town has a stale smell of all the people I held clenched in my palms.
My palms are glummy with sweat from those I have struggled to release.
My palms are glummy with sweat from those I have struggled to release.
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