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How long did it take her to be free? How long did it take For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop Slowly caressing her retinas With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips Where Now She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk Opening her atrium to the masses Shedding incumbent teardrops Just for that one standing ovation That sets her free It was then Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer, Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony For she was One cholesterol filled syllable short To be genuine One tearful, hyphenated lyric Too blunt To be embraced by their “god” One dilapidated vowel shy Of being honest Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn From emerald sanity There were too many “Wows”, Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats Her stanza pushed aside A glorified ***** call with no call back number Leaving messages towards empty dial tones … How long will it take her to be free? Until she looks up Knowing she already holds the key
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
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How long did it take her to be free? How long did it take For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop Slowly caressing her retinas With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips Where Now She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk Opening her atrium to the masses Shedding incumbent teardrops Just for that one standing ovation That sets her free It was then Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer, Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony For she was One cholesterol filled syllable short To be genuine One tearful, hyphenated lyric Too blunt To be embraced by their “god” One dilapidated vowel shy Of being honest Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn From emerald sanity There were too many “Wows”, Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats Her stanza pushed aside A glorified ***** call with no call back number Leaving messages towards empty dial tones … How long will it take her to be free? Until she looks up Knowing she already holds the key
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
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