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Sia Harms
Poems
21h
Am I Here?
A wrangled diaphanous existence--
I swam through window-panes,
Staring blankly at apartments.
Was my hand always this pale?β¨
A slow capillary refill, a body
not worth the stale mass
I occupied within hollow walls.
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