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Aug 2018
pick me up
before your eyes seize the day.
i’ll be the last words
imprinted on your tounge.
the last words you hear in the night.

when the stars are the only ones watching
they can’t see
what’s written on these pages,
from so far away.

you awake sudden
and keep writing inbetween the lines
leaving it all just drenched
in your pen marks.
Extract,
January ‘17
carminayasmin
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carminayasmin
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