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the sky has robbers

by Londeka Mdluli

We cracked the sky open and found window frames full of robbers lying in between the stars.

The dust settling like a pair of drunk lovers on a Friday night.

The sun and its coffee whispered,

”There is no theft here”.

But there are piles of brown bodies that only wish to look like us

and meteors disappearing one by one.

About the Author

Londeka Mdluli is an emerging writer from South Africa, who happens to be dual nationality. She was born in South Africa but she does not shy away from her Zimbabwean heritage

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