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Isabella Bachman
Poems
May 2011
Speak
I walk in the window
Hold the wind in my hair
Challenge every being
That dares encroach a stair
My silhouette-shadow
Stalking behind the bricks
Creeping confined coward
Transfixed by a few tricks
my ears break
my nose rings
my toes smell
A chaos crammed mind
refusing to dispel
Watch the free bird sing
Extinct enchanting purity
Captured in a cage
Elate for the security
Harrowing relief
From the order posed
So no unsettlinβ grief
For mute is what the world chose
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Isabella Bachman
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