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The white Boeing 747, all three hundred and sixty eight seats of it, prepared to depart from Johannesburg Airport. Mild conditions on a clear flight path coupled with the soothing voice of the first officer didn't allay my unease. I offered a friendly nod to the…
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He wanted, what
would have been
holding a child without any doubts.
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...falling into that breathing abyss, and she can feel her heart pounding against it. A falling and falling that’s never ending. Frightening. How hard the thump will be if ever she lands. The darkness continues to breathe all around her.
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Her head wriggled towards me and there was a smell. An unusual smell. Not bad. Just unusual. It was hard to concentrate.
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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The new poetry
comes in shining
metal boxes
covered in glass
so you can peer in.
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