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Jun 2019
I reach out and pound on the glass.
I scream to the world, fist bleeding,
Voice scratching into hoarse whispers.

Everyone. They all move...on.

The roads diverged. And I’m on every path.
But more importantly I’m on none.
Devin Ortiz
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Devin Ortiz  USA
(USA)   
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