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Sep 2018
The stars are falling.

Creating comets that streak my cheeks
And fall into a space that I can’t remember.

Forming at my feet are static clusters from their burnout-
Fading against the background into nothingness.
Alice Wilde
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Alice Wilde  28/F/MA
(28/F/MA)   
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