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Feb 2012
Arms wrapped around air
in an unusually perfect circle
one too loose to hold onto anything
one too perfect to have any substance
one too big to for anything to fit into

My muscles clench tightly
wrapped around my bones
and they shake with exhaustion
but remain in that perfect circle
waiting for something
that will fit
something to hold
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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