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The Missing Link -- a piece by me

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She plays her guitar

waiting in the rain.

She's lost herself

for someone else's gain.

Now her eyes are glazed from another night

just wasting away.

She makes a living, just enough to get by.

The only thing you see in her eyes

are the tears that she cries.

Her home is in her heart where she

beats at the walls.

She follows her story,

her savior calls.

She's another missing link,

another story untold.

Another sacrifice

to the greater good,

another problem to behold.

Where she'll end up, nobody knows. They just watch her as they pass her wandering in the store

until it's time to close.

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