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Mar 2015
Freedom is
like earth to the shore
eats away, becomes part of
mosaic tiles of all
everything
pieces in every flavor
no not humans
not there
but anywhere
I can see
the perfect one it is for me
cut me loose
and like a bird
released
a messenger to the wild
listen to the fragments,
light and air and cold and trees
what are they all?
They are free:
free from the burden of choices, which
slowly erode
never showed
the passion in a moment's pass
barely contain my enthusiasm
Written by
Matalie Niller
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