Liberation
Do not take my words
that embraced me late in my life
for now I feel deaf
without the sound
of the rhymes or iterations
and dead if I cannot
liberate myself by them
in non-sensicals or metaphors.
Let me scribble to hearts content.
My freedom lies in these little evasions.
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