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Nov 2018
i have these plastics for the skin
and faces for those that lost their own in unkempt households
for those that break apart
that try to hold on for dear life to spirit
as they lose the traction between the spikes
of life untwined
of life with a rewind button
ready to be sutured up againΒ Β 
by a thunderous regret
and by the peace of the rains of the hills
a life without challenge is not a life at all, i've seen.
Isabel Aghahowa
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Isabel Aghahowa  18/F/London
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