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Free From This World


Slavery thought so bad when whips crack the soul

Tears and lamentation with background noise of laughter

Power of purse filled with such useless treasure.

 

It took time

Taking it far past the need in self opinion

It came.

 

Now any bone broken

Any illusions shattered

i

am

free!

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