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Aug 2013
Stretch tall, breath in, grow strong.
To live like a tree is hard
when my heart feels to weak.
My trunk does not straighten,
my leaves do not open,
I starve myself of the nourishing light.
I wither, shrink, and die
Eva Encarnacion
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