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Tragic


 First free,
 Then trapped
 In awe of grace & beauty.
 Suffocating,
 Needing air & space,
 Room to breathe.
 Finally released
 & desperately needing
 To be trapped again.
 
- 04/30/1993 5:00am - kenneth p rougeau jr

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