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Slab city
Freedom is captivity.
To be free,
You must lose liberties.
You’re heart can be open to the world,
But you’re body will be closed to joys—
Off the grid.
No authority.
A paradise of your own making,
Keeps you locked.
Hidden.
Shackled,
In a state of renewal.
Where there is no time for rest.
Only growth.
Copyright ©
Claire Godenir
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