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You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...
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Cheese, I thought...
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When writing at night
my mind is clear...
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nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
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I had this illusion of perfect togetherness
visualized a beautiful landscape on an empty...
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A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...
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The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
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when my skin has frayed
and my heart has melted like ice...
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If you can describe friendships in one word,
How would you tell it to another person...
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Living,
in the wounds...
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I’m trying to be pretty.
Comb my hair...
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Accreditation is not desired nor sought,
Creative images fade in whisps of memory...