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Aug 2015
The ice crystals clutch the fluid window
glittering in the jaundiced streetlamp
as behind their eyes the world slips by
swimming in the chaotic moon.
And where do I belong?
And where do I go from here?
Lost in an empty hope
that vanishes in the labored breaths of a dying girl.
And where do I belong?
And where do I go from here?
Written c. 2010.
Lily Atilt
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Lily Atilt
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