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Spiral
By Jasmine Mallinger
Faded pink
makes me think
of that time
you made me sink,
deeper into
this mind of mine.
In love with a memory-
I never lied.
Crawling through
bitter light beams of time
on a spiraling descent
into the sublime phony future
I had scribbled out in my mind.
Rotting inside,
cursing silently
as we all smile wide.
Speaking to a blank mask
I think to ask if you ever cried
Over my bones
That you left to rest softly
On the edge of low tide.
Jasmine Mallinger is a New Zealand writer, barista and clothing/graphic designer based in New Plymouth.
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