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these bare walls are closing in

around a sinking stomach

and misunderstandings

that lead me to only God knows where

in a space so familiar.

the trees arms wave like arms in a nightmare

i reach out to you

but am left standing

cold

alone

destitute

holding nothing, as the march wind wraps me in her cold embrace.

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