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Jul 2017
I lay with my wrist cuddled beneath my ear
The second hand  of my wrist watch jolting itself every second
My little sister's soothing snore rumbling the bunk
My mother's room across the hall dark and cool
But downstairs in the kitchen, the box of twinkles calls for me
A summon I must refuse
Julia Ruth
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Julia Ruth  18/F
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