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“Leak” by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

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Leak

It’s the coldest night And the warmest blanket You can come up with Is tears woven from your eyes You’re at rock bottom And only thing you have is The darkness and the shovel;  You get digging You’re thinking of survival But digging a grave You think of tomorrow

But in her folds lies your corpse.

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