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raylindwyour hat was on and my heart was out
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Locked in I was and grey spatter I spit

Locked in

Locked in I was

and grey spatter I spit

under fear I crept

for satan's name, used so,

at my dawn and at my wake

my own voice, soft like flowers who tremble

under trees so steadfast

then upon not one, but many

a sunrise, my voice grew up to be wind

~my love out-loud in the living room

prayers and fears to sentence my mouth not one more day

Freedom knew me

my pen knew what it wanted at 11

picking it up at 27

never so brilliantly

has ink bubbled

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