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Jan 2017
I have heard of people
tasting stars

and I wonder how their mouths
never filled with ash

I have cradled dying stars and
rocked them

as if they came from
my body

dipping my toe into the
waters of the universe

I am a child of flames
no cooler than the


but I cannot taste myself
without surrending to

becoming that ash
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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