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Mar 2017
we sit in the technicolour daydreams
and lose ourselves in the iridescence
hold my hand in the gaping dark
make it phosphorescent, burn with me
we wander incandescent purgatories
we'll never make it out alive
but we wouldn't want to
we wouldn't want to
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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