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Aug 2015
The dark, deadly feeling of despair
rose upon me through the layers
of my warm winter jacket.
I placed a single foot
upon the cold gravel,
and off the safe sidewalk beneath me.
A new feeling entered the hollows of my being.
I was leaving.
I was going home.
the spicy dandelion
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the spicy dandelion  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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