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Apr 2015
Your words cage my Body,
But Lines do not define
Nor do Boundaries hold.

Clip these Wings,
Ah, but Flight will not leave me.
Hold me to the Ground,
Oh, but how high I will soar.

Capture me.
Hide me from the world.
Haunt me.

But I will never leave my Cloud.
You see, some are meant to fly.
Some are meant to swim;
Some are meant to run.

Your chains cannot hold
The Strength of the Brave ones.
We will fly.
We will swim.
We will run.
Brooke Robinson
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Brooke Robinson  Nevada
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