Who could you be?
You are the sound of a shooting star
stranded on an uninhabited island .
You are a hyena
vigilintly scanning for food.
You are the smell of the morning breeze
Blowing me around.
You are the memory of my first steps
pushing me forward .
You are the distance between mums warm cakes
and grandpas cabbage soup.
You are the black hole.
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