Poetry- Maxine Rose Munro

The wild time 
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It took me years to find others didn't seemusic like me - as a space to enter, in whichto move between/with colours and shapes;a place to drop off the edge and explorewith your fingers, hips, shoulders, movingaround sounds, reaching out to embracefizz-violet snare, swivel-hips encasedin treacle-dark base, spine snake-snappingfuzz-twitch electronic chaos, acid-squelchstaining skin neon, tasting feel-good pastelbubble-pops or heavenly gospel brights;feet attacking the floo...

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