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May 2011
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 unsettlin’ grief
For mute is what the world chose
Isabella Bachman
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Isabella Bachman
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