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Jan 2018
dreams mash together
lurching and pulling
and i see everything

memories
colourless rainbows
pulling at the edges

a liquid song
tuneless familiar
sweetest melody

slipping through
the cracks
wider and wider


the thief is coming


expanding, growing
living rapidly inside me
filling the space

i hear
voice spilling voices
splitting everything

i run
the thief applauds
hands outstretched

escapee digs in
whirling fleeing
desperate in terror


and i’m caught.

gran it’s me, remember?
Written for a research assignment on dementia
Wind Lass
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Wind Lass  26/F/Melbourne, Aus.
(26/F/Melbourne, Aus.)   
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