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by hannah ang
I never write with fullstops
I never know where to place them
Where should the line
break go? Where would metaphor hide?
Vowels and consonants, precious
Slide, staining, through my hands
Which struggle to differentiate
‘comparable’, ‘analogous’, ‘approximate’, ‘similar’
They feel the same to me
I am no princess
My skin would not realise
The crux, under layers of
The pea, under layers of
I stammer and stop,