My soul is stripped of my flesh
And slips to the sky
I look down to the blue mesh
Down on those who cry "Why? Why?"
I am flying
I am free
My flesh is dying
I can see
Though my flesh has died
And I am clean
Never in my existence have I felt so alive
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Be the Change
PoetryWhen's the last time you were free? When's the last time you've crossed your own lines?
