Awyeah bruvs.
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The fine lines that colour my skin have long since sunk in
and I am a partial print of another time
repeating against itself every moment I move.
I say this because (there are more reasons besides but this is key).
Fabric wearies but I cannot fade.
Lightning sparks cluster on my hips, beneath my belly,
kinetic energy trying to escape.
The pattern seeps again and again
trying to breathe.
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