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Aug 2012
You're the bones of my earth,
but there's always something
hollow under this ground. Some
empty coffin, full of air that was
a man, a boy; a monster. He was
full of the air of my world. He
wretched it from his lungs;
wretched it from my lungs.
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.         18.08.2012
Isobel G
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Isobel G  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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