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Callie Andrews
Poems
Jan 2016
Forest of Reaching Fingers
scraping, scratching, slinking
into my soul.
all the words surround my opinion.
only the whispers of others
and my ****** hand print
stay behind.
as i find my way
out of the forest
of reaching fingers
and the storm of forced change.
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Callie Andrews
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