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Dec 2016
An empty field
I'm all alone.
A king I see
He's going home.
He says I'm free
There is no throne.
Yet I'm encaged
In a cage of thorns.
I've trapped myself
I'm all alone.
Yet I'll break free
And take the throne.
This life of mine
Is all my own.
Yet it can't be me
All alone.
I'll have a family
And build a home.
In an empty field,
No longer alone.
Written by
Osvaldo Palomino  San Jose, CA
(San Jose, CA)   
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