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Jun 2012
Your arms were stretched out above us
Creating worlds with the movements of your hands
Depicting the vague concepts that I couldn’t grasp
With me just lying there, blurred mind, blurred edges,
Absolutely basking in your reality
I knew then nothing good would come of this
But why on Earth should that matter?
Written by
Kate Chalmers
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