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Bring me today in a brown paper bag.
Lean it up softly beside last night’s bottle;
gently – carefully so you don’t wake me.
Come and watch the rain fall slowly with
me while I think myself into oblivion;
quietly – carefully so you don’t break me. 

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Jordan Blaine White

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Jordan White is a journalism student at the University of South Australia. Alongside issues like sustainability, politics, and economics, his creative interests include poetry and photography.

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