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Jan 2018
i have
locked myself
into a cocoon.
a shell, a
crescent moon.
is battering
against the
walls, shelling
seeds into husks.
the day feels
long and this
song will
have to wait
until the sun
comes. till it
enters the
in wood
and skin and
allows me
to imagine
again how it feels
to be human.
Written by
katie  Liverpool
         Lily, Ash, Jamie, ---, Edmund black and 60 others
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