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Oct 2017
When you mistake bugs
crawling on a white, blank sheet
for ink blots, or dark stains,

It's just like when the stars
you see in the pitch black sky
move, and turn into planes.
Written walking how from work at night, in Canterbury, Autumn 2016.
Written by
Victoria Rachael Nash  25/F/The Moon
(25/F/The Moon)   
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