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Nov 2013
Freedom is merely the unseen
a bag of chips
and a tank of gasoline
locking myself in the dining room
and writing a letter to the queen
getting clean
from a psychotropic TV screen
putting on airs
and running against the wind
spinning 'til my face turns green
men who need roses and time machines
and peeling the rind off a tangerine
Samantha Goodman
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Samantha Goodman
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   R Saba and MKJ
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