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Free?

Im free to walk the beach

Im free to smell the forest mornings

Im free to listen to birdsong

Im free to wish you near

Your free to walk away

 

Im free to indulge

Im compelled to seek indulgence in you

Your free to seek comfort away from me

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◄ The fog of dreams uncoalesced

Chasing perfection is imperfect ►

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