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Feb 2021
Submerged, toil, desirous for the utopia above, rippling on the surface.

The dormant dream that in one breath keeps you alive, in the other consumes your lungs to suffocation.


“Never give up,” the inner Neptune cried,

“You will surmount,

Hold your breath!”


Crashing through the translucent confinement, the saving first gasp ignites the dream.

A powerful exhale blasts a creative blow into the atmosphere, enabling the universe to recognise your unique design.
Amber J Dickinson
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Amber J Dickinson  33/F/UK
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