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Jan 2013
sometimes
while I sleep
I flee the world
from which i've grown
I know i'll crave
similarities in the
new place
[i'm a moth drawn to light I daresay]
I have the same keys
and the clocks all tick the same
my reflection stares back,
those slightly dazed pair
of clear grey,
blinking in return
before going up in smoke.
β€œworld of mirror”
like becoming lost in tree branches
a forest of humans,
darting, scratching, fleeing,
tumbling between shoots & limbs
a fox, a lion, a wolf, a rabbit
[and they thought themselves the absolutely
terrifying ones]
2012
Taylor Tea
Written by
Taylor Tea
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