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Deep Waters

by Chestlyn Draghoender Sometimes when I think of you my body trembles; not with fear or shame but with anger. Sometimes when we speak of you, I cannot fathom how a man can be so cruel – your face too

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Fatigue

by Chestlyn Draghoender   When some things go missing, I usually look for them. But not today. These two men are like boys. Running around, chasing snakes. This wakes the baby. Fatigue Has no mercy on a person’s soul. It

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Luckiest Man

by Chestlyn Draghoender I remember the day I glanced at her. She was young Yet mature for her age. She went for a walk. I followed my beauty, Caught up with her, Greeted her with charm and confidence. The response

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