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Unpublished Draft -October 2014

Sometimes I feel like a rootless tree,
On a hill where nothing else grows,
With the wind and the rain cutting into me,
Just waiting to let myself go.

Sometimes I feel like a bird on a bookshelf,
Trapped and unable to get out.
Fluttering into the corner from any signs of help.

Trapped and unable to get out.

 

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