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Fly High Hanging Freely


For her

for him

for them

the rope is a door

to

happy

so let them fly

For him 

for them

for her

the fan is a set of four wings

stationary

and a good post from which to suspend the sorrows

now diminished

and though they

will say say

it is a fool

is a criminal

is a loser

who realizes the truth

only those freed can truly know

what it is like

to fly

so hang out to dry

and wings can be grown

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NirvanaQueen1991

I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.

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