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Oct 2013
What would you risk
for the sake of adventure?
Gold eyes beckoning,
"Follow me down,
we'll be free."

But is this what freedom
looks like, tastes like--
Feels like?
Why can I still not
sleep at night?

That ache to run
will run me to the grave.
Heather Plate
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Heather Plate
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