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Real Australians Say WelcomeI stand for the forgotten, the ones nations have forsaken, / Left to die on the open seas, or in the hidden camps, / Or in the care of those my country has paid to keep them quiet.

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Jun 13, 2015

Going SteadyIt feels a little like knowing that you're the steady choice, / Not quite spontaneous or risky enough to grab their attention in the first / Moment,

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Jun 2, 2015

a love letter to europe.You’ve left a handprint on my heart, from where you reached in and nurtured the burns and scars and helped life to grow again. you held your hand out to me and lifted me up to dance with you, a slow waltz that I had to learn as you lead me ‘round the room. When you left me to catch my breath, the fear of leaving you almost paralysed me - and the realisation that I must nearly broke me. / You showed me what it was to live, and to live in such reckless abandonment that I knew I would never belong in the place I once called my home. you redefined home for me, showing me the truth of “*home is wherever I’m with you.*” Your sunsets were painted more beautifully than anything I’ve ever seen, and the way you always lead me to the artist behind such great sky-paintings left me in awe. Who else can teach me to fall in love with two beings at one time. / I still reach for your hand subconsciously, lean in to rest on your shoulder before I realise that you’re no longer with me. You’ve left me homesick, wondering where home may be, the place where these itchy feet can finally rest. You’ve filled my mind with reminders of cities, people, prayers and dreams, and I’ve found that as long as these thoughts rattle in my mind, sleep and rest are impossible.

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Oct 1, 2014

a cry for help upon deaf ears.*PSA: this is not a good poem, this is an explosion.* / pacing / internal dialogue echoing within my fatty brain, overweight from months of stagnant vegetation.

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Jun 21, 2014

response*a city is now renewed* / (like a small child taking its first steps towards a redeemed life, / humble and beautiful in its vulnerability)

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Mar 10, 2014

murphy's lawnaturally, / after we leave, / everything seems to get better.

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Jan 30, 2014

Eleven-Fifty-One (pm)“Closure”, he said. / She watched a door close, happy to be on the right side of a shut off room, leaving the room full of babbling thoughts & sun-spots. / Together, they watched their own rooms be hidden from sight; his, a grand oaken double door, covered in intricate carvings and inscriptions - ready to fling open at just the right moment to shower a chosen woman in love.

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Jan 20, 2014

Why the hell else do you think I'm lying in bed?It's an overused platitude to say that everything reminds me of you / A banal cliché to be the girl who cries herself to sleep / But, when it happens, you can't fear the overused phrases

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Dec 28, 2013

valedictionSnap your fingers, / Tap your bag, / Grab your hair,

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Nov 27, 2013

Collected Letters to My Favourite CharactersDearest Max, / Handing out the words like christmas presents / Poor, yet rich in both presence and spirit

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Nov 1, 2013

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