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Apr 2016
I look down and all I see are strings
Attached to my feet, tied around my ankles
I hear an engine rev in the distance
Sound of the engine goes distant
As I see the strings
Rise atop the ground
I panic, there's no escape in sight
I get dragged along the rocky ground
Bumps and cuts and scrapes and blood
All over my body, there's no escape in sight
Is there no escape or am I scared to cut
Cut the strings and let go
Let go of something that wasn't real
Something that was never real
Misunderstood Ambassador
   Lior Gavra
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