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Search for living

Search for a strong light

One that will hold

Cable

Open the box

Check how many little white pills

Fall to the ground

Weep like a child

Rock back and forth

Nose running into mouth

Screams in head

Battle, battle for life

Try slow down the mind

Try to rationalise thoughts

Children

Mother

Aunt

Sister

Daughter

This was not meant to be

I have dreamt my future

I’m old

With my old feet in the Sea

Poem by Emma Visca

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