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Mar 2023
for me
when I’m with you.
No place to spread
my roots. No place

to reach out
my limbs. No place
to turn within. There is
no place to voice

my mind. No place
to find my center. No point
to even enter. There is no place
for me to grow. No space

for air
to flow. All there is
is you. You take up
all the room.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Aishu and Joseph Miller
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