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Oct 2015
I feel empty today, rotten and polluted like the inky sky of this town, ruined by the light. Maybe that is the problem, I am too much dark, too much the night’s daughter to be filled with such brightness, I will reject the light, gagging and choking on its purity and recede back into myself and the comfort of shadow. I don’t hate the light, but in the dark my skin doesn’t end at my fingertips and I can encompass a much larger space than the universe has provided for me. The moon will smile at me and I know it is the only light I will ever need
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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