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Sep 2021
I heard an echo of myself ask,
“why do we have a body
if it is just destined to perish?
What matters in the balance between?”

I’m now waiting for a clear, starry night sky
to show them the purpose of persisting in a body
that is forever running towards headstones.

They will soon be able to
rest in peace
among the beauty of night.
Alicia Moore
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Alicia Moore  21/F/Ireland
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