I feel snagged, Like a burr on a sweater, Buried in wool. Suffocating. But exposed to the cold All the same. Destined to stay stuck Where I don’t belong, Watching the world pass, Just out of reach.
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I feel snagged, Like a burr on a sweater, Buried in wool. Suffocating. But exposed to the cold All the same. Destined to stay stuck Where I don’t belong, Watching the world pass, Just out of reach.
All rights reserved © 2025 Josephine Joyil