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Scissors, please

I ache for freedom.
For that cold, metal key
Just the right combination,
Just the right fee…
I want my soul free
From your malevolent strings
I’ve been gripping for life on
You’re severed, stripped wings
Spiraling quickly
Into your chemical sea.

Who can love an empty vessel?
Who swims in venomous seas?  
I labored in your death camp
Let you strip my dignity
Let you perch upon my shoulder
In stoic sovereignty.  
Virginiapetal
Written by Virginiapetal
Published | Edited 2nd Jul 2015
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