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Feb 2012
Walk into that place,
and you take up the space.

Make up your mind,
Can you do what's right?

Feeling trapped, you must escape.

Windows beckoning you to the world beyond,
Canopy of trees and power lines.

Promising you so much more,
the world you just came from.

Oh no, your sly escape will take you away,

Soaring along the highway, no strings attached,

Just below the highway, with all but one string attached.

No, they're all attached...

And they're surely all attached.
Colleen Otero
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