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Paula Moore
United Kingdom
She sees; the sea.
In suffering, she sees.
The sea sees.
Colour blind she sees.
She cries for her colours.
Her eyes are bleached now
from last pockets of wonder.
She pains at her memory
but taken not lost,
her guardianship was stole.
Colour bleeds away,
it’s too dark to see.
A blindness takes over
so now she moves blindly
as she seeks to see.
Sometimes riotous
she moves in blind rage
but she cries now, in anger.
She sees she is dying
but still; she seeks to see.
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