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Jan 2013
I'm a juxtaposition, a correlation of the perverse dark and a beautiful light. I am your mark of gigantic endeavours, the tremble of the lip when you feel my tremor. I am not quite what i want you to think i am, i am a beautiful beacon of shining light, i will guide you through the storms with my gentle words and kisses. I will rip you apart, my wounds harsh, my tongue lethal, i will barrage your intimate space with your own miserable defeat. I am Constantinople, you are the pinnacle. You are nowhere to be found, yet hang in every essence of me. I am what you know you think you are, yet are too scared to find out. I am everything but a time when you thought i was....write me down and read me, i am your red pen in your correctional facility, i lost the meaning and didn't find it in you.
Rachael Stainthorpe
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Rachael Stainthorpe  Huddersfield
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