Free
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin
Press down on my fragile veins
They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.
A spectrum streams from my body
My skin begins to breathe
My tongue follows suit and its contents are free.
Rich blood, dreams, flames, and every color I don't see
This only can make me believe
For only once I am broken am I truly free.
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