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Mar 2017
I am constantly asking why
and when and how
did you become
something so gravely
attached to the hands
that beckon you away from me.

you are miles away
dancing in tall buildings;
I am under the stars
crashing into freedoms
you will never understand,
untamed and breathing in.
Seeking western companions.
Ashley Moor
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Ashley Moor  Dayton
(Dayton)   
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