Contributor: Ben Riddle

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Heartbroken,
he turns away
to face the mountains
where cold holds sway;

Lie like an artist –
raise your voice,
be who you are
make your own choice.

Just don’t change the world
and don’t make a name,
forget all your children
they’re all dead and lame;

Escape into art; run into the light
an empyrean emporium
hidden from sight.


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A fourth year student of Political Science and English at the University of Western Australia, Ben is a founding member of the Said Poets Society.