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Four Stitches

Four Stitches

  • R 11000


Four Stitches

You have never been further from the wind

You are an ache that the air has disowned

Forgotten

Your freckles are a fatherless home

Your face, the whole nation of injured and whole

You cry floods that uproot shacks and squatter camps

Air no longer knows your nostrils


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