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Jul 2017
I was born when the sky opened up
and polluted my mind
with its brown ash--
an initiation of sorts.

I was born again when the wind cleansed my skin
with its ferocity--
an invitation to breathe from the surface.
Clare Margaret
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Clare Margaret  23/F
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