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Jack Forbes

Half as much

Tight crawl spaces
Heading for openings
Getaway

I have to get away.

They tied my hands
Tried to

But I’m hard to tie down
Confidently

Feverishly

Unknotting knots
Slipping loose

Slipping out

No noose tonight
Yelling and screaming
They thought I ran up the stairs
But I disappeared

Into old foundations

Of liberty

On my belly

In the dirt

Crawling for a

Getaway.

Getaway

In the darkness

Of the night

Cold, so cold

They took my money

No coat

Running along side streets
Back alleys

All alone now

This is the moment I trained for

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