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Jun 2015
Let my wings spread from some where
My heart, my body, my soul.
Just give me a sign that I can know
I can fly, sore, be free.
Unbounded and yet still shackled.
This is a new slavery.
Slavery to the self defiant need to be the same and never change.
The worse prison is that of the mind.
fly
Nicholas Fogle
Written by
Nicholas Fogle  New York
(New York)   
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   Haley Lorish
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