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Aug 2010
My longing runs deepest
When I hear the baying
Of that 3 a.m. train…

People only write manifestos
When they feel threatened
And here is mine

I won’t fall prey to the ways
Of your fabricated stakes
Filled with worry without warrant

The path I walk will always be obscure
But it is mine now
© Copyright A. Forrest 2010
Written by
A Forrest
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