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Aug 2017
My zippered eyes finally opened,
and saw,
what I had looked passed
for ages on end.

The sleeper can awaken,
from dreams,
and walk amongst
the reality of life.

Those on the path,
must loosen laces,
and run,
barefoot in the grass.

We, tired and bound,
struggle with bonds,
slowly,
lubricating freedom with blood.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
65
   Keith Wilson
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