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Shackled Freedom
When this prison's slavery shackles me to its sour
And I can only emancipate mind and heart
And the pain of my oppression slides into art -
True freedom is delineated in a view of dour
And I can't hold you w/ the smile of my words to better hours
And thy usual honey-tongue taints a touch bittered tart;
When thy normal upbeat of feelings, downbeat a faint heart
"I NEED YOU" to reattain the sweetness we both devour;
Like a garment against the cold that freezes these cells
Sometimes frosts my words because I fight oppression
That would suppress my words' warmth upon your heart.
When, this prison of slavery beats me, and I am unwell -
And I, NEED YOU, let friendship meet not with suppression
Because, I promise to pull through and bear love's heart!
Wm. Irving 7/27/12 10:17am
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