i am content
to release these words
from cages held together
by rust and reluctance
let them run wild within the sun
so that they can pull away
those curtains of mistrust
others have hung before your eyes
i carry nothing but a sword
of hot blood, ink and iron
it writes
when yearning makes me mute
and composes songs
that speak of seconds spent with you
in serenity.
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