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The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls:
I am always the center point of a circle
desperately trying to keep the radius the same
between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners,
me, screaming, and the suburb streets,
my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart.
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Jordyn Saelor 