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Music Festival

We sat in the colour and hum of a garden,

Bathurst Road

Here by the road's edge a stump, too twisted

Metamorphosis

Observe this mind emerging from the womb,

Rain dance

Street-steps stuttered through rain-walks

Lyric

I could not tear down the walls that hommed me in.

Untitled

No, I shall never return. That fact is certain.

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