Freedom

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By bedazzled

I dress in blue and long for the sky. Walk, weary feet, to the end where it begins. Escape is so intangible yet I taste it's nectar on the wind. A summer-addict sigh of the girl stuck in winter. Spring dissolves before me into gossamer confusion. Could you tell me that your love equals mine, pulse-snatcher? Could you say that your arms will always hold me, beat-stealer? But nothing stretches to the vastness of my abyss; only ehcoes 'round the edges, grass blade teases of unfulfilment. Bangles circle my wrist like so many shackles, they jingle-jangle down the street with weary feet and blue dress. Indigo go go dreams of freedom.

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