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Free as a bird
Unwilling to fly
My feet remain fastened
To the truth of a word
I dream of
Heights unseen
The untouched reality
Of songs unsung
As the words of death
Dangle from my tongue
Enraptured transgressions
Cultivate the barren
Landscape where
This lonely bud
Awakens with the dawn
I bleed
I am alive

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