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I slipped past
guards, and
into a party
where they
drinked the
Koolaide and
  wine.

I make it
  Outside,
the sun a
glare.
I cover
my eyes
trying to
see

And dash
for the train
yards.

The guards
are alerted
and they
are
looking for
me.

There are people,
walking in
one direction,
eyes
strait as
their gates….

I awake in
my
cell.

Was I dreaming,
  or was I ever
Free?

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