Tuesday, March 21, 2017

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She wore a necklace of thorn
Protecting the petals of her face; soft folds of petal fluttering in the wind.
In a garden filled with pesticide she sought something pure.
Away from insecticide; A poisonous thought left to linger alone.
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Qiniso Mogale 21 March 2017

Take a bow

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