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When women are train stations

by Dimakatso Sedite I knew a man who had a woman at every station; each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs; a sea

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The Shape of a Man

by Dimakatso Sedite   I reach out to hug you  All I feel is wire I kiss the breeze of your  sighs instead. How do you breathe surrounded by hardness? Or is this the shape of a man? A statue

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When women are train stations

by Dimakatso Sedite   I knew a man who had a woman at every station, each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs filled

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Seventy seven days by Dimakatso Sedite

by Dimakatso Sedite   I once had dis babé.. I’ll be seeing you soon babé He’d murmur down my throat straight to my pot and seat of memories of tomorrow – but babé never did. Maybe babé got broke high

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