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Part 1 I wanted what they hadI wanted toEscape through wool coatsCoarse dusty yarns brushing my faceBrown soft cloth on my fingersCrunch white powdery mothballsBeneath my heavy laden feetChlorine filling my noseBurning my mouth and throatClearing my mindLifting my shoulders Push past LeaveAll that I amStep intoCold clean crisp snowRead More →