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Mar 2018
Girl, with tousled hair, sleeps but swiftly turns the stair of her dreams;
Returns to reality.

Girl, with tangled thoughts, lets the room spin until she can piece it together like a puzzle-
She drinks ***** like a butterfly would nectar-
Starts with the corners, takes her time.

Girl, with tepid headache, sits up and observes a washed-out lunar denim blue clean her baby pink wall;
Snow fall.
Experimenting with my style a bit (only because I was drunk when I wrote this)
Claire Hanratty
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Claire Hanratty  24/F/Sunderland
(24/F/Sunderland)   
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