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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1873914

Freedom can exist in different ways; even when stuck to the ground

Illusion

I caught a snowflake on my tongue tonight
The snow kept falling
Covering my mouth
Heavy and wet on my parched lips
A shiver down my spine
Unfolded my Origami wings
The winds lifted and carried me above and across
The instant passed
I caught a snowflake on my tongue tonight



-SCT, January 2012
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