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  Feb 2018 Nathan Constans
anusha
am i here, in these
chevron evergreen stockings
with little grips all along them?

I find a lightness
in my strides,an almost
floating feeling

I cheated death.
It seems;
my body left behind,

I possess
spirit autonomy

freed from the corporeal
I was forced to reside...

— The End —