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Jul 16
Yesterday
I was to be still
I was to be small, folded
My body needed darkness
And in absence, re-moulded.

Today
I am muscle contractions
I am cleaving ice
Pulsating, whirring machinery
Oil, wax and spice.

Tomorrow
I hope I am opalescent
Wet with new skin
Creative and energised anew
Flowing, flowing within.
Spicy Digits
Written by
Spicy Digits  35/F/Australia
(35/F/Australia)   
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   Mike Adam and Maybelater2
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