wanna be free
in a world where freedom gotta fee

epithelial etherealized
i can't look in others' eyes
just want some lateral sliding and subduction
i don't need a production

red clay beneath my nails
in the dry cracks of my wintered hands,
feels like I'm holding Georgia

Flesh and bone atone
You are the soul slayer
I yearn to be all things
Open my eyes and truly see
My body but transportation
A figment of creation and imagination
Underneath this flesh there is knowledge
That shall bear fruit and flower
I am growing, I am a shoot
I am air and water and earth and tree
I am honey bee
I am bird

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I am free

i'm not speaking of concrete skies
brittle streets
or wallstreet highs

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