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Fragment beneath a bowl of concrete coloured sky wildfire hair and lion’s eyes stab diamonds through my heart but how come she evolves? how come she sees more? how come she’s so fragile? when I ask for more? and when I reach the bottom and when I can’t go on any more when life’s air-con overwhelms me when it penetrates my bones she’s there when she’s needed to pick me up again she’s hiding in a tiny corner of my mind |
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