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RIVER OF NOTHING
Lesile Webb from the 16/17 Edition
The things I’ve seen
burned into my brain
Memories of someone else
Feelings I’ve never felt before
I can feel it
in my eyes
the running river
streaming down my face
Except there’s nothing there
my face is dry
but it feels wet
a lost footprint in the sand
Nothing comes out
nobody notices
It burns inside
but It can’t escape
It’s locked up
deep inside
the dam breaking
a river of nothing
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