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Jul 2016
I'm the dark expanse of midnight
I'm the cold unyielding stone
I'm the harshness of the sunlight
And the brittle of the bone
I'm the maker of the music
I'm the bringer of the fight
I'm the storm in midsummer
I am the cold, I am its bite
I'm the stars falling from heaven
I'm the prayers left unheard
I'm the devil, slinking snake
And the shrieking of the bird
I'm the black that eats all things
I am the shortness of a breath
And the weeping of the broken
I am hollow, I am Death
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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