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- A minute passed when you asked
- “Where are you from?”
- I nodded to the East and said
- “Out that way.”
- Not vague enough,
- Eyes widened, lip curled,
- “You mean just before the fence,
- But still this side of the gate?”
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- “No, other side,”
- Came my reply,
- “Where our houses are smaller
- Than your cars.
- Where we buy fun by the ounce
- And love by the hour
- And there isn't an inch of iron untouched by Rust
- Belt standards of slow decay.”
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- “So how did you get out?” You asked,
- Leaning forward, hands pressed.
- “I never got out,
- I'm just taking a break.
- Tell myself I'm content to keep walking,
- That every square foot to grace my heels
- Is the top of the world,
- And I'm spitting over the railing.”
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- “No,” You interrupted.
- “I meant, how did you get out?
- I thought we kept the gate locked.”