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Mountains

So,

this is what it feels like,

 

to be buried under heaps of leaves,

trapped

like gold in a treasure chest

living in the hold of the Galleons

of the Spanish Armada,

lost at sea, in the frozen

crevices of the Atlantic.

 

Yet...

I'm still free

like air--

**sweet, beautiful, fresh

air**--

who filter through

the cracks

and holes.

 

Nothing's changed,

I am still

Me.

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