I experience freedom when
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Another world from the past
Mingles with my current view of things
*
Free from any prior concerns, the
Record player is usually scrambling through
Envisioning
Emulating and enunciating
*
Words spoken on the radio
Halos around my past devilish life
Every time I want to cross that line
Never mind, I remember it anyhow
Every time I felt freedom, a
Victory
Excitement for new achievements
Rolled up, ringing with new bells
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In the church, in the field, in the space between
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Avenged in so many ways
Melted in the way of my lavish life
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Divans, along the alleys
Rolled on grass and moss
Opposite to
Who I am now
Nature lover – that’s my kind
Inside my little shell, I locked myself in
Never wanting to be hurt again
Galloping through thick trees
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I freed myself from it
Never wanting to go back again
*
My attainments are now closed on paper only
Every time reminding me that
Memento from a gramophone
Osiecka, Młynarski, Breakout, The Fotoness
Rumbling on “When I Die”
It must be a sign
Even if only on the wall
Surely, has to be something
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I love the way you never seem to come directly at us, almost as though distracted by this thought there, a sound, & another image wherever. Just the way we tend to feel free, whenever we're drowning in our own memories.