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Feb 2010
I exhale fire
and my skin is emerald


I was destined to be great.
I was destined to be

I am destiny!

the back ache consumes me
but my wings have spread
wide enough
to lift me

is my blessing
a (my) curse,

my curse,
my destiny?

sapphire is my vice.
(escape)
Written by
Antoinette Muller
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