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May 22, 2016 | by  | in Creative Writing |
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Herne Bay

There were no questions,

just a careful click

of the door. Shut up,

we can’t wake them!

She held my hand

in the blue-black:

prized paintings,

antique vases—

prerequisites

for any Dio Girl.

The night spilled

carelessly in lines

along her skin;

I was far from home.

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:   I wanted to write this piece, in order to connect to all tauira within the University, with the hope that we can all remind ourselves that we are a part of an environment which is valuable, no matter our culture, our beliefs or our skin colour. The ultimate purpose of this