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Jun 2013
Finding the words is like trying
to find a single vein
in the vineyard of your body.

The whole day

is a feeling,
and the words are all caught
at the front gates,

teeth.

It feels like knowing Polish
without being able to speak Polish.
Daisy King
Written by
Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
(27/F/Hampstead)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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