A note
Seeps through open throat
Escapes into the flow
And amplifies its ego
A sound
Shakes the barren ground
Crawls up dusty walls
Transcends borders we know
A note
A dodgy piece of black
Scribbled on rough back
Of poetic newspaper
A sound
For which there are no laws
No jailcells to hold in
A true - escaper.
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