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Aug 2018
Concept: your body has always been anchored by nightmares, locked to the earth by the creeping cold in your bones. One day the sun breaks through a winter sky, melting the ice inside you and letting sleep hold you for but a moment.
And in that moment, that fleeting minute of light,
A dream grew wings.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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     Graff1980, i bleed poetry, Lion Chaser and lX0st
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