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Apr 2010
Voice like a strawberry coloured sunrise
Its cry shatters my piece of mind
My fingertips throb with delight

Swim through ideas wet with thought
It swirls and creates
Just a drop brings me to my knees

Never could I pray for a worthier cause
Standing at the cliff you pushed me off
My exulted freedom

We walk to the corner
Smoke a cigarette as the cars flash by
Rain kills the small gray clouds

Beseech to be free to live to move on
I am stripped of my chains
I brush these off my shoulders
Will Storck
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