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Jan 2015
I can hear the trains running along the tracks - right by the outskirts of town.
I can hear the sounds of the birds, the dogs and the crickets.
I can hear your voice telling me you need to leave.
I can see the stars shining up above decorating the night.
I can see the waves breaking wildly onto the dunes.
I can see your lips moving telling me you need to leave.
Where are you going and why can't I come?
Where are you running to and will you ever come home?
I can smell the flowers blooming in the garden right beneath this rounded porch.
I can smell the lake just rained on from across the way.
I can smell his cologne on you as you say goodbye.
I can feel my heart breaking into bits and pieces.
I can feel my brain about to explode.
I can feel your hand letting go...
Where will I be going will love come back some day?
When will she show up...where will I be?
Who will she be wearing...no masks please...
What will I say to her...can I ever be free?
Freddy S Zalta
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Freddy S Zalta  New York City
(New York City)   
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   David Patrick O'C and SPT
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