Olivia Hautler
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The Colour Red
The Colour Red I point to an apple. “Red,” I say, and you agree. But how do I know that your red is the same as mine? How…
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Somewhere
I remember the school trips – long bus rides to dark rooms with glow in the dark stars and planets, dome shaped screens that took us into outer space…
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Nature and I
The snow grew needles on my skin, yet my body formed a barrier, producing goosebumps instead of blood. The heatwaves surrounded my fragile body, yet beads of sweat covered…
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Puzzle Piece
My mind is a puzzle, But there is a missing piece, I feel alive but incomplete. The others they all seem so Together, But I just seem to change…
