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Roaring, raging, screaming

begging for freedom.

For light, air, people.

Anything but this 

prison of dark, stifled

moving membranes. 

I acquiesce and release

the prisoner, as she

soars out of me in

a beautiful, heart-shattering 

Song.

My audience applauds

And I bow.

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