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May 2014
I can't yet
feel
the fibers of this
noose become one
with the tendrils
of veins in my
neck
but I'm
hoping
when they do
I'll start by pulling
myself free
from the roots
still
smothering me.
Liz Anne
Written by
Liz Anne
548
   Julian Dorothea
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