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Nadine Botha
I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING
I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING
I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING
The smell of your sweet accidentalsweat my fingers on cold
latex bounded for the top
bus springs my step
bump my head,
I gasp you.
Aren’t found on my breast,
riding one stage
to your grin,
lies so close
to everyone laughing.
© 2005, Nadine Botha
From: Ants Moving the House Millimetres
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
From: Ants Moving the House Millimetres
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
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I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING
The smell of your sweet accidentalsweat my fingers on cold
latex bounded for the top
bus springs my step
bump my head,
I gasp you.
Aren’t found on my breast,
riding one stage
to your grin,
lies so close
to everyone laughing.
From: Ants Moving the House Millimetres
I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING
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