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A reflective piece comprising of a photograph and a poem utilising concepts based on elements of drug abuse and wasted teenage years.
black, cocaine, drugs, girl, monochrome, poetry, teenage, white
Like the shards of a shattered window,Coming together, combined as one.Time stands still. Reverses. Reverses again,Heat at the point of contact. Passion, pleasure, fun.
All the lights are dancing. Invincible,My face feels hot, my clothes feel tight.Invisible hands hold my bodyConfident, held still and upright.
Time has no meaning in halls of whiteThe beat has no context, yet carries meaningI close my eyes and I’m flying, I see the starsI blink and it changes, I must be dreaming.
As time flies by, the room gets hazy,Elation, suspense, comfort, amazing.Frozen snapshots, Polaroid memories,I close my eyes, the beat is fading.