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Jan 23
every conversation silence and a side glance
a pandemonium of film
blinking rain away
that's what freedom is;
fleeting along the pretty grass
cold breath and sunshine

that's what freedom is

its ((music so loud)) cause it
((drowns out all those voices))

that's what freedom is
its a lie you pursue, its a promise lost to the flow
freedom'll fizzle out without a glow
it'll leave as a crow

cawing out across the abyss
to its ******
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