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Charlotte Oxley As we danced,  My locks blowing into your mouth I thought  You are perfect. Perfection. Touched by the Gods. As we danced The music in your head stopped You thought  No. As we stopped Confusing reality blowing back into my wide-eyed self I knew. As you let me go, You didn’t know.  ThatContinue reading “‘Golden’ – A poem by Charlotte Oxley”