Rough Draft, The 5th.  

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And now, having left the prison, now I think of my slight freedom
Given to me by relentless parents who shut me out like bad humour
An awful reminder of strangled feelings and searing embarrassments 
I land here.  Such a silly space.  I  blush, breathe, teary
Sifting through the swift reminders that made me want to speak, to be.

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