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Feb 2022
I tried to contort
To fit your shape
And now my spirit
Is knotted and bound

Still and stuck, I am
Full
Of life–
Unlived.

I take a deep breath
Creating space
To begin releasing
The knots I once made.
Written by
More Love
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