Treasure Island

Hannah Hebditch


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A Bullet Hit The Sky

The sun, it used to
Melt a waxy light
Over our land and blend the blues
Into pale clouds
White, always a mystery colour
And strong it is, whether
Hiding bruised minds or the dead
Bodies collapsing into exhausted arms
Failing to hold up the life

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