| Shivering in a jacket much too thin
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| | Had to find a place to sleep
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| for this night of sleet and freezing
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| | Had to hide away
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| rain
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| | Safe place, no rapes tonight
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| She wanders in mad dog attack darkness
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| | At a familiar stop she descends
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| feeling for the strength to step one
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| | the steps of her mobile champion
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| more feeble step, knowing panic
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| | Home called her
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| well enough to call it by its first name
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| | Home was there
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| She had felt the approaching void
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| | just up the street
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| screamed to God, but his cell was
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| | before the trees
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| out of minutes, as many times before
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| | Pausing on the sidewalk she watched
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| Insanity rode her like a jockey
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| | the Dale Kincaid lights in her home -
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| who was hell-bent-for-leather
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| | that was hers no more
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| Given a treasured bus pass, she rode
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| | She chose him, married him, so
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| the streets of Nowhere and
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| | tough luck, baby
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| End-of-the-line
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| | you
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