I stare into the blankness of the night,
As I wait in agony over my plight,
The HOURS seem to p-a-s-s,
WithOut moVemEnt,
WithOut unceRtainty,
What will become of mE?
In France's visa line???!!!
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midnight...wrenching my hands...my mind twisted but clear enough to write...i pound away on the keyboard and the words pour from my hands...i write of travel... and life's spite...
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