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Nov 2011
It burned.
The room span,
But what room?
I scouted the floor
cat-like.
I could have been anything.

A rainbow.
A kaleidoscope of colours
mashed to create perfection.
It hurt my eyes.
Perfection turned to abandonment
and I discovered loneliness.

A tunnel.
My eyes were closed
yet my vision was clear as day.
Twisting and winding and bending
I became one with nature
until an hour passed

and more was needed.
Holly Morton
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Holly Morton
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   Kyle Kind
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