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Oct 2018
If I tore away my skin,
hollowed out my bones,
would that be enough
to be like the dust?

If I unraveled each nerve,
emptied my blood,
could I then
float away with the wind?

If I stood under this downpour
would the rain fill my lungs,
soak my brain,
enough to washed away?
Written by
Chloe W
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     Cor and Lizzie
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