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Apr 12
It is comfortable here

The purging.
The pulling.
The pressing

Molding into less space.

Chasing

Smaller
Smaller
Smaller

Ornamental skin over bones

You feel safe here
the control
The confined
Closed Corridors

You have made a den out of your guilt
Now you must live in it.
Becca Lansman
Written by
Becca Lansman  22/F/Squamish B.C
(22/F/Squamish B.C)   
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