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I claw, urgently, out of a hole
I have dug myself into – or
is that fair, when I was thrown
cast, violently, into a hell

Three hours seemed enough
distance, time, space
and yet here I am, trying
to get back there if only
for a day or two, to see her face

I cannot help where I am from
dirty, overgrown gardens
neglected and left to turn blue
but I can help where I am going
and pray that she can leave, too

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