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Oct 2020
I was not born to feel the
endless night

that comes, starless,
bringing to my room a broken moon

I was put on this Earth
to crush leaves beneath my feet
and revel in the changing seasons

to take each one into my mouth
like a ripe fruit

I am here to touch
the brilliant, bright sun

I was born to make Icarus proud
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
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