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Jane Harper
Poems
Apr 2016
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My fingers are cut.
My knuckles bleed.
But I punch again.
I punch and
I punch and
I punch.
Until I realize that
I'm breaking the tools that
Allow me to escape
To Freedom.
Written by
Jane Harper
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