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The Moon Doesn’t Call, I Howl They say the pen is mightier than the swordbut I’m sure that a quick jab to my rib cage would do ten thousand more than ten thousand pens To speak is to healThat’s what…
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‘n Handvol Niks Binne my, altydloop ek met ‘n handvol niks‘n vakuum waar my drome once upon a time geslaap het‘n vuis vol van hoe ek die wêreld sou verander Binne my, altydIs die handvol niks swaarDis snaaks hoe minder…
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Saved by Eskom? Wednesday night at 21:29 I got into my Ouma’s Toyota Etios – because, yes, I still don’t own my own car – and I took a drive through the very many streets of our village. Side note:…
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I want to write you a letter
About how the morning rises with a kiss on my forehead
And the light breathes its first breath through our velvet curtains
My Velvet Skirt So, I started with sewing lessons a few months ago. This might seem like a small feat to others, but to me it’s at least seven years’ worth of procrastination finally put to the side to do…
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Dreaming of Thirty* When we were teens most of us dreamed of how our lives would be one day. Now, I was never really a planner, but I had a bit of an idea of how my life would turn…
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