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Sep 2017
Shall I dwell in a blob of paint

Something so fickle...

With flailing arms I'll try to swim

in something so little...

Colored and indigenous 

My thoughts will trickle...

And in this petty vividness 

My eyes shall twinkle...

Till I create a river so infinite

So I never again feel belittled...*

April 2016
Mona Mohamed
Written by
Mona Mohamed  23/F
     Elizabeth Squires and Blckstr
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