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Aug 2015
she shut the pasts door
she shut the future door
she shut the present door
she shut out the voices
she stepped over, on the floor
she shut the bedroom door
she shut the downstairs door
she shut the car door
she shut the garage door
all doors closed
a midnight open road
with a tank full of gas
*it's her time to roam
she may never come back...
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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