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Feb 2016
Walking on the
rough concrete,
I had the
sudden realization
of what I was.

I was never
fully formed.
No hand found
mine to hold,
nor could
my own
ever rest still
at my sides.

I was created only
to free fall
the breath of tomorrow,
from day
to sunny day-
a mirage of freedom
to my acquaintances.
Alyssa Rose
Written by
Alyssa Rose
   Teresa garza
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