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Freedom and in these slightest of seconds, I feel free, as I keep my sight forth, on his eyes, the sky, and the hand that let go, of mine. I feel the wind, the air in my hair, and the pull from beneath; the one I soon will bear.
Freedom and in these slightest of seconds, I feel free, as I keep my sight forth, on his eyes, ...
Short poem on a perception of freedom
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