they want in, they want out,
who isn't
a refugee
trying to flee
the horrors of life.
ducking
the swings, absorbing
the blows
that strike.
gathering all that you
own
and fleeing,
seeking a soft place
to land,
an asylum
to wait out the night.
Friday, November 20, 2015
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