it's like I was tied to a post, never tried
to untie it, myself but
then your subtle hands
all over
and I was thrust
outand
in all this
space, love ly
can just spin, slower and slow er
until I find (read: believe) that
I don't need to
find
anything
to be
free
I just have to
be
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
it's like I was tied to a post, never tried
to untie it, myself but
then your subtle hands
all over
and I was thrust
outand
in all this
space, love ly
can just spin, slower and slow er
until I find (read: believe) that
I don't need to
find
anything
to be
free
I just have to
be
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