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[star_dreamer18]

so freedom you beg
but these shackles are yours
held behind
how quickly this thought
finds its fruit bared
eating at the skin
this poison apple
planted in a forest of notes
your poetry painted in the stars
a sky of shadows
the clouds make shapes
i find myself staring
or scouring
a combination
of time and when
or who or why
but where is the pencil
the penman that paints
the words created
written on your skin
sung
unlinke the soul
as its quiet searching
relentless in ts nature
tourturous in its journey
run yet still
the fearing fearless
a story to be told
theres a chorus yet to be had
a dream untouched
a sound unheard
beating in the branches
a wind you seek
breathe..