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I am swimming in colour,
pencils and paper scattered round my living room,
drawings and doodles spread across floor and sofa.
I hide in the middle of it,
a happy recluse in paper trails,
scribbling.
Light slides across my papery fort,
a sign of time’s passage,
and I remain,
a child in hiding,
a happiness built by words.

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