Pockets of shadows
the light spills in from the hair
straying
the shadow
where dark pupils on grandiose iris
beauty lurks
like lush orifices of intellectual
fires twinkling at the twilight violet of
dusk
magic wonderlands
from a harsh chain link
desire
a hand upon
the denim pocket
the other on the
handlebars of a dream
worn boots
tired shoes
like souls
worked smooth
via vie the wind
and rain
portions of the allusion
and allegory
of every angry
retreated and deemed
unecesary reprimand
never backing down
the pride
or show the hurt
hide the tears
behind the door
of dark
sharpen the words
from a mouth
like a bark

freedom
is open
freedom
is pain
surrended
to the hurt
in sucession
the good
rises
worn like a
silver coin
lucky and
gleaming

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