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Upon Arrival

The past, it has shackled me to the floor.

And now, here, in this desolate place,

we claw at each other like tethered beasts.

You are held down, just as I am, but I see no shackles.

Tell me, how did we really get here?

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kayleigh-redwine

American

Published: Aug 5, 2010
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