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Jun 2014
Runaway, runaway,
Runaway home.

Alone in a crowd;
No place to be alone.

So far… from familiar;
The familiar is never here.

The familiar is a dream
A nightmare… I fear.

Alone… in the darkness.
Alone… in a crowd.

Heart’s forever screaming
The silence is… too loud.
Motions and smiles
People strolling …along the bay.
They walk all around me
But, I hear not… a word they say.

Runaway, runaway,
no place… but alone.

Alone in a crowd.

Alone;
And… on my own.
Theresa M Rose
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Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
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