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Eir Woods Jul 2017
What lies on the palms of my hands?
Responsibility.
What lies on my back as I lay down?
Resistance.
What lies on the skin of my foot?
Restlessness.
Eir Woods Jun 2017
As fuel the thought of belonging sparked me

As flame the desire of belonging reached to me

As smoke the worries of belonging engulfed me

As ash the pain of not belonging was all that was left of me.

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