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Apr 2019
I am a slave to change.
Eager to finish self construction.
The cobs of familiarity tighten
As I long to breathe fresh air.
Nervousness invites itself.
What part of me will die, transform?
And which part of me will hunger and be born?
Day 2 of National Poetry Month
Maria
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Maria  22/F
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