You punched a wall, and left
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nyimaYoung writer filled with anxious words
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Submission, a sacrificing kind of love

You punched a wall, and left

by nyima

Your knuckles are red

And your palms are filled with crescents of denial,

What's it like to be in love with

a gypsy without roots?

Where are your roots?

Wrapped around hers?

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