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Jul 2017
I am desperate
for a break
for a way out
of my current existence
my cynically cyclical day-to-day

I dream of you
and the road
stretching out as far as the eye can see
nothing but skies for miles
I long to be there -
nowhere
anywhere but here
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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