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Lizz Hunt
Poems
Oct 2017
it floats
pockets filled with rocks and still she rises
absorbs sand through pinkish skin and still
she rises
january fire and a clean mother -
regret can't bury pets but can it bury
our clean mother?
Written by
Lizz Hunt
23/F/Sydney, Aus
(23/F/Sydney, Aus)
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