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Apr 2017
Infinite space all around
Still, you walk right into me
Making me feel as if I have no right
To exist in my pocket-sized corner of space
Awareness gives way to mortification
Hands disappear into pockets
Pockets disappear into nothing
I am made nothing in my pockets
My pocket-sized corner of space
Isabela Ramos
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Isabela Ramos  Nashville
(Nashville)   
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