Trafficking

We all pass by traffic signals everyday. Perhaps one of those times we asked for a sign, we were literally given a sign…

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4 Responses to Trafficking

  1. Cebo RC says:

    Sometimes maybe, sometimes maybe not when there no colour sometimes it maybe that we became numb to the, for some wounds not even time can heal, so we pretend they don’t exist.

    Nice piece by the way

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