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Feb 2012
I slipped the chains.
My wrists were cut, never the same.
I ducked, couldn't believe my luck.
My mind raced
I couldn't keep pace, I placed,
The authority to move
In my faith, it proved
To be best at escape.
With this, I left the rest to fate.

My legs moved fast,
I could believe they were this brash,
Bustin throught the air like they had to prove they could make it away from this obey ****. Truth? my mind must have been influencing them, cheering on an old friend.

At that moment my body was in peace
Running in sync, I stole a moment to think:

I found my memories, in a box under lock and key. I broke it open, shattered the lock in a single stroke. A flash my life had past, first loves won and lost, friends of new and past, life ofΒ Β mine on blast.

I slipped
My mind skipped
I'm back in the present
My escape is relentless,
I press on through the ***** of dangers storm. I can't be touched.
Destiny has given me the blessing of luck.
Critique is welcomed.
BlakOps
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BlakOps  Anguilla
(Anguilla)   
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