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<h3>Poem by <strong><span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Refilwe J Mokgatlenyane</span></strong></h3>
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<p>It’s black behind my back<br>It listens to me every time I talk alone<br>But it’s neither made of flesh nor bone<br>It is my only companion</p>
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<p>It listens to me when I cry<br>Without even a word it would utter<br>It listens sometimes to my laughter<br>That only comes once when I saw a shooting star,<br>And captured happiness for a while</p>
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<p>It stays with me when am lonely<br>I wonder why it always hides<br>From me when I look behind<br>I wonder why it never lights<br>But stays dark on days and nights</p>
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<pre class="wp-block-preformatted">Picture credits:
Photographer: <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Maatla Kebs</span>
Model: <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Martha the Dancer</span></pre>
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