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.
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away . . .
–
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.
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away
–
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again
today . . .
–
–
–
.
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r
–
–
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it
seems
–
–
such
a
heavy
–
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weight
.
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.
sustain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ a
brutal,
–
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binding
–
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ball
.
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d
.
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o
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.
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.
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narrow
lanes . . .
–
–
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.
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.
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narrow
lanes
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f
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change,
–
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where
.
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feel
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need
.
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run
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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.
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feel
.
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h
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.
need
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t
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run
away,
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.
a
n
d
.
.
find
a
way
.
t
o
.
escape
–
–
that
ghastly,
–
–
gray
parade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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ghastly,
–
–
gray
parade
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f
.
blame,
.
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.
shame,
.
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d
.
everything
.
t
h
a
t
.
remains
.
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n
.
yesterday . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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everything
.
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h
a
t
.
remains
.
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n
.
yesterday . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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happens
–
–
every
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
happens
–
–
every
day
–
–
when
.
t
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.
mood
.
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s
.
gray . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
again
today,
–
–
I
.
c
a
n
.
hear
.
t
h
o
s
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.
engines
.
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f
.
escape,
–
–
begin
.
t
o
.
burn
.
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d
.
blaze . . .
–
–
–
.
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.
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burn
.
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d
.
blaze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
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burn
.
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.
blaze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
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burn
.
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d
.
blaze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
race
.
d
o
w
n
.
that
runway . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
race
.
d
o
w
n
.
that
runway . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
furious
pursuit
.
o
f
.
better
days
.
a
n
d
.
faraways . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
furious
pursuit
.
o
f
.
better
days
.
a
n
d
.
faraways,
–
–
deep
.
i
n
.
the
shade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ deep
.
i
n
.
the
shade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
without
a
name.
Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem I wrote. The opening lines came to me while sitting on my balcony relaxing. This poem is really about the many methods and ways people frequently use to escape their present life circumstances.
I refined this poem using the song “Came Here to Forget” by Blake Shelton playing in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for this poem. The song really seemed to fit. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.