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My recent foray into the poem world with the book, Because I Am Furniture, inspired me to share a poem I had written recently while I had time to kill on campus. It was a beautiful day, uncommon for November, and I was watching the leaves fall from the trees...
spiraling into the
unknown perils below
is a fragile being
who no longer is
tangled up in something, alone
as it were
stacked on something,
together
again.
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