"Released to freedom"
My file will say when I leave here
I will carry a black garbage bag
Containing all that remains of my old life
Everything that I own to begin my new life
Nothing will fit me anymore
Not my old clothes
Nor my old life
Where will I start?
I will have a name and a number in my hand
It will be my salvation
I will pick up the phone and call
Flat Out
Vickie Roach






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