free at last, Imthe past,
undone in unknown prison,
Imholding on. Peace and need?
A mouth to feed?
Imstanding way on
the other side. Imstaring
right back at myself,
and through its frozen image,
Imlaughing right back
at my health - Lifelong
Arms in knots, never spot,
My blood is fading
on the world. Stealing keys?
Soul to me?
and to the BrotheRhood with what
writes the pain.
Imstaring
right back at myself,
and through its frozen image,
Imlaughing right back
at my health - Lifelong
Ima lifer.
Imstaring
right back at myself,
and through its frozen image,
Imlaughing right back
at my health
Ima lifer.
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