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Confined Living Spaces

I packed my bags
up with the
essentials:
A toothbrush
my glasses
an old ratty t-shirt
a pair of worn out sneakers
(not that I’d
be needing them).

But as soon as
the (oddly)
warm air hit
my flushed face,
I knew I wasn’t
leaving.

I was still
stuck
in the
wheel chair.

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