isn't sure what she writes is poetry, but she has to write it anyway.
From Thursday afternoon Maths lessons
I remember geometry.
My body has become
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They are tainted sounds
Lockerbie, Dunblaine, Tianen Min
How long to soothe the wound?
Coventry, Stalingrad, Hiroshima
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Last night I dreamed a princess
pricked her finger on a spindle,
slept for a hundred years,
woke with a lover's kiss.
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