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Nov 2018
Worlds spin and nights melt to dusk
Colours spill from my chest and tusk
Cascading into puddles
The creeping bones to disconnect
Rearrange my organs to a steady direct
Subtle they scream
Each blood drop a dream
What was creation before man?
Brynn S
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Brynn S  17/F/Searching
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   Melissa Rose
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