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A Way Out

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The wind doesn't
blow.
There is no rain to
wash away the dust/
There is no Sun to shine a path;

The road still warm from
it's kiss goodbye.
No vulture hovering looking for a
meal to scrape by.
There is just me.
A free man; on a path our of here.





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