Open Space
We all run
arms open, feeling the wind hit us
we all sit
closed together, emptiness around us
we all speak
tongue and teeth meet and leave
we all think
about everything and everyone
we are all free
physically, mentally, spiritually
we are free
and
Freedom is us
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