lawless
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Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
You were a bird
Free, fragile
He was a vulture
Cruel, devious
You were a storm
Somber, dark
I am flawless.
I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless.
My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless.
From being in my presence.
