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This is not about Chilli and Wendy from Bluey
A poem from Natasha Hope-Johnstone about sapphic yearning and rage at 2:00 pm on a Saturday while drinking tea somewhere in the suburbs of Meanjin/Brisbane.
Tag: Bluey
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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