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Leanne O’Sulivan

This blank paper is the one good thing. I want to fill it with colour, soundlessness like a heart that shuts with slow murmurings. I feel myself slipping into that whiteness. My dumb legs, my red hair pale by moonlight as I doze into a laudanum pod, secretly happy, blooming in the night though the… Continue reading Leanne O’Sulivan

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