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Apr 2015
No one cares for me
and maybe that is why
I am standing alone feeling so free.
But this blue sky can only last so long,
this is only a moment short of a victory
which will soon lead to a catastrophe.
I sit here by myself on the edge of the road
not knowing if this sudden release is spelt
F-R-E-E-D-O-M
or
A-B-A-N-D-O-N-E-D
Audrey Parent
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Audrey Parent  New York
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