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Perhaps when I pass into the next world
they will find the thread that connected me to you,
that pulled me in all the right directions 
& weaved its way into my soul.
You are a part of me friend.


if words hold vibrations let my name be thick on your tongue
so that when it finally emerges from your mouth
the friction is such that it causes
your foundations to crumble &
civilisations to emerge.

Your body loves you

What is more beautiful than a freckle, 
that was born under the harshest conditions, 
to remind you that there is so much in you worth saving?

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Neeme is a poet/writer/storyteller/musician/jotter down of words from Perth, Western Australia. She loves the ocean, the sun and the impact of short poetry. @neemepoetry

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