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Going Somewhere
I stand free between these illusions of mine.
Find why hope high never going to die.
Stand between these lines and fly.
Go and leave, this place that face these figment straights.
I would fain endure every moment of pain.
I Like It
First line to last, weaving tightly
wringing meaning from inside the
spaces between words, between
letters. Nicely wrought - Lady A