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Jan 2019
I crave the space
to come unleashed.

Rage the woodlands
bare soul and feet.

To shred the clothes
and masks I wear.

Let go the roles
and jobs undone

I crave to exist
Bare skin to sun.

The ancient call,
the beating drum.

One day, someday,
my freedom run.
Jaycub J
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Jaycub J  39/M
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