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ghost of a chance
the meal is
finished,
plates, silverware
and glasses cleaned
and put away in
good order,
the stars are safely
tucked away under
the blanket of night
the evening breeze
carries the bedtime
prayers of children
to God.
addiction walks beneath
the garish neon lights
of the Vegas strip
looking for a score.
winged creatures move
among the sky with
grace and ease.
all things moving
forward,
busting
through,
finding a
way
can
we?
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