For this week's Poetry Wheel Challenge
She left town in the early morning Of a cold midwinter day Carrying an old, used suitcase And wearing her small sapphire ring And a thin gold chain with a crown pendant. Surely, she thought this town cannot be my destiny, Not a town filled with greed, manipulation and lies. Somewhere there must still be places Filled with comfort and joy Like in the places where I used to live. Somewhere.
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