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Flight

September 23, 2014
By Anonymous

The opposite of me

is free

Flying high above

the grey storm

Gliding on wings 

of light

Unburdened by 

troubles and 

responsibilities.

 

My opposite 

is what it wants to be

Unbound by

what the mirror

shows.

Someday  I too

will fly 

away, away from

what holds me now

Trapped, bound, 

Confined.



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