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Feb 2016
That's a weird place
this inner space,
at times its infinite
carrying me to glorious heights
yet
on other days its congested
no space to breathe.

Its my body, my mind
and yet
I can little control.
Tulip Chowdhury
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Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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