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At Bigga, a Poem

As a member of the community, watching everything going crazy around you, translated… At Bigga Island, Marianne, I Saw them Using the Newly Built Airports, the City Hall to Cover up The Memories of Riots of the Colonies.  I Saw … Continue reading

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