The world so strange,
They judge you by the look on your face.
Who knows what lies within.
A fresh closed nut, might be holding a sin.
Freedom is just a word,
They put boundaries for everything they see.
Cannot limit the vagories of my heart,
My mind thinks.
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Rhythm
Poesía#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
