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i am set free
by the wind that flows
like an ocean of temptation
through the depths of my confinement
confinement
i think
has never been better
i am set free
by the smell of the flowers
that bloom before the end of this terror
before i am fully
finally
set free
by a break of summer
migrating home
away from my entrapment of standards
until the time comes again
but for now
i am set free •
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YOU ARE READING
broken poetry.
Poetry❝𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘦𝘴.❞ original poetry by The Blue Bird (AKA UniversalGeek). a story told in four...
