i want to scream to shout up at the heavens
i want to use obscene gestures at inanimate objects
i want to stamp my feet and roll on the floor
i want my dissatisfaction known my frustration public
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Alleen
soms as die woorde my ontwyk
die gevoel van koestering my verlaat
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take you fingers
and run them across the edges of reality
touch the beginning
and the end of your universe
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beneath the crust of society
past the should and should nots
whether you’re a have or a have not
lies the essence
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wanneer my potlood
sal waag om oor jou te dig
sal hy saggies in Afrikaans
jou seëninge en sondes tel
...
i am of the moment
for all my notions of grandeur
my dreams and plans
i am of the moment
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koester my
koester my met jou tong
dat jou woorde my omvorm
laat die konsonate my omvou
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I had defeated my heart
I took the unruly thing
strung it up
and shifted it in place
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love is the empty space in between
the days between the good ones
the spaces next to the glorious emotion
the abyss after the rainbow
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