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2018-02-15
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a ticket fell into my hands today
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a train ride, a trip of a lifetime
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to a gash wider than the crevice in my heart
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severed three- no, four years ago
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I turn the ticket over in my hand
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a ring sounds, never stopping for four years hence
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no matter how hard I try to block the number
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it still finds a way to slither in
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I study the stub at the end of the ticket
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a siren-song of total freedom
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roaming around the world- or the country, at least- in a house on
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wheels
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because home is where you choose it to be- everywhere and nowhere
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I slip the ticket into my book as a bookmark
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and close the pages and look out the window
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the clouds are parting, the moon is full
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and I'm ready to jump
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but it's not my time yet
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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