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Jun 2019
She speaks, and stars spill from her lips
She blinks, and flowers bloom on every eyelash
She laughs, and the sun slows it’s turning to hear it
The moon dips into the sea, aching to be closer
It is spring, and magic is waking to her touch
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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