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Finding My Own Way

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In my dream, Ohio is the promised land. And I’m meant to write.

I’m in a million pieces. Constantly dividing.

I’m always lost on a strange campus. And I almost miss my cue to dance.

My mother doesn’t like me. And long dead cats are alone in a strange basement.

Abstract image using outline of the map of Ohio.

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