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Alone
Trees, Land, People.
All these things surround me like his arms surrounding my body on a cold winter night.
Why do I feel alone like a tiny leaf standing alone on a tree?
Will I grow and feel fullfilled?
Or be alone without anything surrounding me?
poem
by
Christina J. Williams
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