Emma Inkin

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I saw one night,
Striding the woods,
Several green knights
Hidden by hoods.
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I had a dream, one night,
That I could fly away.

But they turned on the light,
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The smell of an orange reminds me of nothing.
The sound of a car reminds me of nothing.
The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum,
It doesn't evoke a thing to me,
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One of those warm late-summer evenings
She found herself thinking about life.
She leant towards the water, staring,
At the calm surface, cold as a knife.
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