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May 2014
There I was,
a prisoner
abandoned
& left standing
for my crimes.

I was mesmerized by
yet another rising sun,
with nowhere to run.
Red dust coated my boots,
oxygen was scarce
& I knew the mother
was not coming back.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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