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Poem #89

I am down on the A1, A high, A wishing
upon a lucky star. Just one of the
many passengers but these miles
aren’t just miles, they are memories left
behind and a whole past broken down
in search of something new to step into,
to step out of the dark.
The night isn’t so scary anymore, I
guess I grew right out of that fear or
I just managed to face what’s lurking
in the dark. I guess I am not who I used
to be and you can find the new me
traveling on the A1, A high, A wishing
upon a lucky star.

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