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Far Away, I Am Free

A young girls fantasy
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness

How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream

Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing

I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request

Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness

Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear

I don’t know where to go?
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