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Feb 2019
You know who I am
But who I am
And what I am
Are vastly different.
You never got
To know the latter
And you never
Wanted to.
I am stardust
Sprinkled gently
Over your aching mind.
I am a
Fermenting wildberry
Longing to be consumed;
I am sweet
And I am vibrant
But I am rotten.
Written by
Anna Robertson
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