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6

Purple garden, purple rain

I ran arms open with Ludi down the streets.

The whispering wind blew through our hair like a comb.

Running back,

Ludi dropped a borrowed stick in front of me.

11

Orange jumper, Orange boots

I helped Ludi get upstairs with his tired legs.

I read Where The Wild Things Are again

Mum brushed through my hair with her fingers

14

Brown pencil, brown paper bag

Ludi’s stick collected dust on the empty island counter.

Like a dead brown snake.

I couldn’t find Where The Wild Things Are

And I forgot what it was about.

16

Red lipstick, red talk

I lost sleep over a worn-down poetry notebook.

I became half and a little more of a woman, I told my journal,

“I wish I could run like a child again.”

18

Black leather, black jeans

I live with 5 unfamiliar faces.

As I look back at the memory mirror,

Put my pen to paper and wrote "6..."

 
 
 

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