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Oct 2019
My life is a cramped musty space
I only fantasize the outside world
my window is the fated release
I breathe a slice of life
as I peer, squint for hours
to a nonexistent entity
fantasy of contact
wishful friendship
the forest seen
is my only hope
I dwell upon this trance
the window is my promise
Betty H
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Betty H  F
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