Rip, cut, tear.
Wet, press, prepare.
Reclaiming fiber from rag...
Find it, free it, feel it BRAG...
I AM alive!
I AM a song!
I AM the message!
I DO belong!
Face me, touch me, watch me still
Making sense of this 'free will'
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