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Apr 2011
There are no open spaces,
only confined places.

The ends meet,
but never open.

And every time I rise to conquer
I am pushed back down again.
Slammed into a hidden place inside me,
alone with my thoughts.

*As though falling through a trap door.
Sierra Martin
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Sierra Martin  20/F/Texas
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