Wooden People

October 26, 2009
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A life without strings attached
And people who aren’t just wooden…
Where chasing colors brings you gold
Not breathlessness
A place where people wear there own skin as masks
And not their neighbours
Or a cheap knock off from wal –mart
An existence where we exist as one
Because the world is a map
Not several
If poetry were the tongue of the leaders
Not lies or curses
Therein lies freedom
In my imaginary world

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