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Oct 2017
She walks familiar streets with her head to the floor
a single crystal falls from her eye
and races down her cheek
she passes the church full of memories of her past
memories as grey and broken as the gravestones

she walks familiar streets with her head to the floor
walking through the city centre
crowds rush towards the same meaningless purpose
to them everyday is the same-
but to her her heart is as complete as the smashed shop window

she walks familiar streets with her head to the floor
the garnet high up above her shines
illuminating the aquamarine sky
but to her the world slowly fades-
it turns from colour to sepia to grey.
Dess Ander
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Dess Ander  Somewhere in Neverland
(Somewhere in Neverland)   
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   Lauren Leal
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