my brand of freedom
falls through roofs;
spins in rain splattered spirals,
like blowing bubbles;
finds death in the flower beds.
you'll never understand
why a teddy's torn skull
equates to liberty,
but you'll take advantage
of the alternate colours on my
nails like shells - will explode
my jaw simply because you thought you knew
what independence meant.
you'll never drain sense into me
through all those shots twisted on my tongue,
and i will fly away
away from your certain face.
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