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The Breech
Over-cast skies
foretold my isolation.
A veil reveals the
breech between us.
Walls, resurrected,
watch me curl into
the fetal position.
I am a prisoner
of my own will,
shrouded in loneliness.
poem
by
Alice Parris
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