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Dec 2014
A hidden door or perfect place by the shore.  
Secluded, where others are excluded.
A place to ease my mind maybe get lost in time.
Relaxation,  sustain all the frustration.
If hell's to pay just retreat towards the hide-a-way.

Break of the day, all things collapse and you are just about to snap.  One more string attached and you do not know how to relax.  Problems build up because they've been swapped under the rug.  You are at the breaking point when you've just had enough.  Fed up with the *******, you have obstacles in your way.  You cannot go around them and you cannot continue to go straight.  As you try to escape you realize there is nowhere to hide-a-way.

Day after day, night after night,
A woman lives in black and white.
The bruises on her body are shown in gray.
She wonders if she'll live to see the next day.
Unfortunate she had nowhere to hide-a-way.

Day after day, night after night,
A man lives in black and white.
The bruises on his body are shown in gray.
Gun to his face he wonders if he'll live to see the next day.
Unfortunate for him that he had nowhere to hide-a-way.

Day after day, night after night,
Two children live in black and white.
The bruises on their bodies are shown in gray.
Heartbroken for them to not be able to see the next day.
Unfortunate for them that they had nowhere to hide-a-way.
Amber Lynn Cosentino
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Amber Lynn Cosentino  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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