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Aug 2011
I wished that I could be a forest
growing, quietly nurturing
nothing more than a harmonized heartbeat
a shared breath, a family of sighs
I wanted to be taller than everything around me
to provide a shelter within myself
I craved for the sunlight
to only glaze the top of my hands
my forever reaching fingertips
young, bleeding roots, stretching beneath me
where I could feel myself breaking
I would laugh and sprint beyond my border
there would be no borders
I would be infinite
Rachel Strowbridge
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Rachel Strowbridge
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