I'm free
All I need is an open door.
Two paths that lead to two cities with no crowns.
All I need is an empty notebook with a pen waiting to be used.
I need a room to dance to my own song.
A sweet symphony of dropped handcuffs.
I need air to breathe.
I need a blank canvas.
Give me a fire to heat myself.
Give me a pencil
to draw myself wings.
This poem is about:
Me
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