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Oct 2012
How strange it is to finally be free

Like the freedom that tickles your neck or

Trickles down your spine, hot, like a July day

The freedom of spoken words

Impossible to contain once released

In the air, that’s the secret

Invite it to dance on your tongue

Or desiccate your flesh

Scream into the air, scream into freedom and

Be free
Shay Ruth
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Shay Ruth  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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