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January 4, 2012
By Anonymous

Push, Pull, Gone.
A young woman fights the stares,
covers her ears.
Squatting against a wall,
she cracks.
She makes up her mind,
her life in Berne is finished.
She rushes to her house,
and she fills her suitcase.
Clothes and a photograph of her mother and father.
She keeps rushing, she cannot slow down.
She leaves in a blur. She’s gone.
The future is beckoning.

The author's comments:
This poem was an assignment in my English class to take words from one page in a book and use only those words to create a poem.

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