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Dec 2018
I've raged war with the heavens
rattled the bars of my cage
until they came loose
fearing the judgement of a God
I no longer believe in
talking to angels no one else
can see
I am through treading on eggshells
timid and tender to the slightest touch
I will eat poisonous berries with dirt
covered hands, unafraid of the
consequences. I am a black hole
waiting to implode, and you
are no longer the centre of
my universe
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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