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Aug 2018
I saw you being swallowed
Your tiny black head turned up towards me.

And you saw me "free"
Against the yellow backdrop of our world.

Both waiting and waiting,
for the inevitable dirt-filled end.
Written by
vera  22/F
(22/F)   
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