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Roam Free

Submitted:Feb 13, 2008    Reads: 112    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The ropes of the past

park our conscious still

Only when we inspect

the fibres that bond us

Do we look to manoeuvre

onto pastures new

Explore the terrain

of the slate wiped clean

And avoid being stationary

for too long


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