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Sep 2012
So long I have searched
To find a way out.
To see a new face,
To drive a new route.

Far too familiar
With this town that I know.
I craved air to breathe,
And so I must go.

Now It's fading away
In a cloud of exhaust,
But instead of relief,
I only feel lost.

Goodbye to the memories
And all I have learned.
This is not what I thought.
The tables have turned.

I'll steal a glance back
And wave one last time.
It ended so quickly;
No reason, no rhyme.

I thought what I wanted
Was more room to grow,
But the question will haunt me:
Is it time to let go?
Liz England
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