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The Crying Unicorn
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Poetry Book
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'Hang my body in the clouds'
‘a safe hand to hold’
'It’s just me, having a dramatic, bipolar episode;'
'To prick my finger upon the thimble of words'
'I find chemical traces of the element of you'
‘The sun has gone missing—the moon, too, vanished in unreflected light.’
'We can share feelings without ever touching one another.'
'Hurricane of long lost lovers, call her Fairy God Mother;'
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