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Not being with you.

In a place where I can do whatever I want to do. Look at myself the way I know I am.  Untangling my limbs so that they are once again free.  I have twisted myself in unimaginable ways to fit into your box.  I wish I could stay there forever, cozy, loved, needed.  But the box was too small for my ever-twitching mind.  

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