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Aug 2018
Carve out the disparity
it’s only words on a page,
a screen lost to history
the death of complexity.
Magnetised contortion
finds sickness in perpetuity
binding the blind to colourless reality
tearing through the rhythm of my suspended animation.
Behind the punchline to every joke
the cloud of malcontent
a bitter rapture
sweeping away the ground where we were supposed to kneel
isn’t that how we were supposed to feel?
Amelia Vandergast
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Amelia Vandergast  28/F/Manchester, UK
(28/F/Manchester, UK)   
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