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Jul 2022
Hollow on the fullness of my body,
I feel empty, absent, incoherent and free

To be empty is for feelings to cease to be felt
To be free is to cease to feel

I once felt out of place,
Like a flightless bird—
soon to be tumbled by the lifting winds of aeration
Written by
Reme  F
(F)   
115
   Healer and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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