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Let me out
Like an inner child running wild
Where age now tells me no
An ancient beautful fame, now
In an old woman's frame
Like a spirit so grand
Just waiting to expand
Locked in it's infant cage
Waiting for death to turn the page
Like a butterfly snug
In a cocoon getting ready
The shell is crisp
And wings are spreading
Like expressing myself fully
Raising myself with pen as pulley
Breif but universal
All with in the parameters of a poem
Screaming "Let me out!"
(A rewrite of Caties poem)
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