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What I Am

I’m not an island getaway

a refuge far from home

a place that you escape to

whenever you can roam

I am not a freeway

a road for passing through

a way to get from here to there

in moments far and few

I’m not a glass of liquor

I’m not a room for rent

I’m just a used-up spirit

whose heart is all but spent.

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