If I could only
grasp the wind,
then I would know
how freedom feels -
And if I could
know you once again,
it'd take these
blisters off my heels.
For now, I'm lonely -
scratchin' skin
beneath the rags
of where I've been.
Staying outside
my broken mind -
too afraid
of looking in.
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