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Monday, 21 March 2016

Sugar poem


I could hear people 
screaming with excitement
in the cafes at the thought of 
mountains, balls and houses made of
coloured sugar

It was so loud. 
I felt like someone 
was calling my name. 
It was a little person who told me
She was in my dream. 
There were  lights everywhere 
for the big party that night. 

How did the world become sugar?
Does living here make you scratchy?
How long has it been like this?

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