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Sep 2014
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I stand, face to the sun,
waiting for the ******
promised to me
by great, ancestral stars
and false prophets.

Your time will come,
and you will be free.


But their predictions
forsake me.

What I thought was freedom
was only a larger cage.
Cali
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Cali
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