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Aug 19
So why didn't you just stop -
Sit down on a bench and feel
The pain that you sent into the world
And left like handprints where you flung out your arms?

I can't slow you down in my mind.
I see blurred edges, I see scraps
Hurled all around me in the air,
Gusts where you've been.

What does it look like at the eye of the storm?
I asked you to look, once,
But you had grit in your eyes.
Written by
Molly Sea  25/F/Scotland
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