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This poem has always felt to me as though it should be longer. Then again, it isn't, and that's sort of the point.
This poem has always felt to me as though it should be longer. Then again, it isn't, and that's sort of the point.
There is no room for me.
Perhaps there never was.
No open spaces to let fly
all these thrashing unthunk thoughts.
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