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May 2018
To me,
Poetry is the serendipitous encounter
Of my dark utensil diluted with freedom
Drawn upon the ****** lined paper
Poetry is my wings of thought
Where my secrets submerge within the ink of a pen, from which every stroke is selectively drawn
It’s where I fear nothing
My bubble of elusive adoration
With poetry, I am safe.
Julia Ruth
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Julia Ruth  18/F
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