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There are things I live with,
Things that encircle me each day of my life.
It is time to sway with the wind and
Pull in an anchor from the sun to let go of these aspects;
Within me, I feel a sullen pain,
A weight, pulling me down
As night falls over the earth's surface.
I see myself reflecting on beveled mirrors,
Lusting for a day to vanish my thoughts
And fly away into the wilderness
Where chants of victorian verses
Are as soft as summer rain.
I pick the pieces of me off the flow,
Slip my wings on and begin to reach the sky ...
It's time for a change, for a new me.
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