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December 15, 2014
As they approached
Temptation’s Boulevard,
their paths criss-crossed
past Baxters yard,
and onward towards
their destination;
each without a thought
or imagination,
of how their lives
about to change;
neither sensing fear,
nor feeling strange.
Yet wanting more
than was on show,
and needing more
than fire-light’s glow,
that was offered on
Temptation’s Boulevard.
A path well trodden;
a well used entry card.
A secret promise
to stay away:
A promise broken
every day.
A way of life,
this comfort zone.
A habit formed,
no reason known.
For one, a way
to easy cash.
For the other, recovery
from the crash.
Two worlds collide
on Temptation’s Boulevard,
and hand in hand they run
past Baxter’s yard,
into the sunlight
where freedom found;
an escape forever,
from life’s underground
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