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Poem: Unchained


my muse is one who tore me

sliced out my counterfeit years

upon a bed of razor blades

pulled starlight from my tears


my spirit, split and bleeding

he took in hand and smiled

stitched it up with moonbeam thread

pulled through a million miles


when I healed, my psyche woke

a sun inside me shone

dear muse had sewn inside

my truest self I’d failed to own


freedom is a soul unchained

a mind on astral flight

awareness earthly life shall not

suppress creative might



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