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"The streets still run with blood, but you and I, we were meant to survive." This collection is a celebration of grief, loss and re-birth. A more narrative take on poetry this collection is an exploration of the weight of love and care. Of the way our pasts and the people that surround us shape us. Of the moments that change us. The effect we can have on people. The smell of red poppy and the taste of sour mango. Of the long, hot, humid, lonely summer nights where we can do nothing but pray for more rain.