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Free (Free verse) by muffin
I see emotion dripping off her body
Extensions of her soul drenched in the sweat of her fear
Loneliness has taken its toll
She is of African decent, strength is engraved in her
But life's moments has scarred her muscle
Her beauty wrinkled by long days
Her body tired from arduous thought
I see her crying
Her eyes filled with blood of centuries
Her hands filled with cuts of struggle
Her translations are in her eyes
No need for writing or talking
Death is in her blink
Ressurection in her smile
Disappointment expressed in her countenance
All she asks is to be free
Free of thought
Free
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