spaces and spaces - of black lies,
of broken promises - leaving me empty
with so much to say to you..
will you hear me?
hear me as I say -
read my words from the pages
of my heart and of my memories
filling up my empty soul.
this once when she woke blinking through the smoke tired eyes eager to soak the wondrous masterstroke away from the panorama of cloak; young hills to the old oak with wings fluttering and stroke from the ground towards the sky that invoke, inciting her to revoke - hesitations that choke, the chains finally broke as she flew and flew, she spoke to the winds and to the folks that she was not a joke.
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weightless; for she was leaving the unwanted burdens behind.
