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I once could breathe
wholly and deeply-
because I was outside
myself,
looking in...
Showing posts with label forms of poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label forms of poetry. Show all posts
Monday, July 7, 2014
Breathe of Reflection
I once could breathe
wholly and deeply-
because I was outside
myself,
looking in...
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