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May 2018
I held a caramelized dream in my hands
Dripping down my arms and soaking my sleeves in sticky juice
Rich golden syrup that drip drip dripped onto my toes
Too sweet to eat
These dreams are bad for you
I held on to it like school books and riches
I held it out before me
As it caught the sterling sun
Glistening hopes
So beautiful
So messy
Ever melting
Ever dripping
Leaking through my fingers
Falling from my palms
Fading from my sight
Harry Gione
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Harry Gione  21/Androgynous/South Africa
(21/Androgynous/South Africa)   
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       Edmund black, Rick, Isla, Mia Taljaard and Antonyme
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