I moved from 16 to 17 like a bewildered teen
When the ball slipped down the pole
In a sleek dazzling dance, and I had to get out
of the party
as dates flipped
Because the eyes and wine glasses
turned to me and the new year
2017, started the way the old one ended
In fear and confusion and a need to escape
But nowhere to go
The New year had only begun.
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