who are you to see
this through
while i’m fingers
clutching
fence?
so, how do you know
what’s true
when i’m suspect
at best?
my own prison
shedding that first
layer
allowed the rest to
crumble
out,
never again to be
sealed
in
where contents could
no longer
breathe.
hands in the garden 
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