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Jul 2014
Iron shackles never felt so good baby
Nothing ever felt sweeter than the fleet of your breeze
Chain me up, slash my knees
Come on baby, you be the bird ill be the bee      
You can hold my hand as we traverse the sea trying to escape this vanity
I've got the heart, you've got the key
Believe
  
And when my eyes become heavier than my heart
You can be the one to hang me up for heresy
You can keep me in the corner of your closeted heart
Your beak will run wild and mock me with parody
While I buzz through my life, with the weight of all my yesterday's
Maybe all the greed will open my eyes to see
Maybe this is the key, maybe I can finally be free
ZWS
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ZWS  29/M/Richmond, VA
(29/M/Richmond, VA)   
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