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Nov 2021
Glassy, green, genuine
aimed at me
dilating

rosy, ruminating, rejoicing
creased lines beside a lash
for things that haven't happened

beaming, brimming, beautiful
innocently conjuring
a rock on a finger

young, yearning, yielding
hovering over a question
but time's caught your tongue
Written by
Olivia Ventura  19/F
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