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a letter to myself
For a month, I was breathlessly happy.
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what do you see?
what kind of world do you live in?
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‘fifteen-love’
it’s summer in melbourne, a vibrant time and colors that shine, glowing greens and yellow serene, a bright blue sky reflects in my eye
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‘sticky knives’
does she remember my name? i wonder, does she feel the same? a cold beach breeze brings me back to reality.




