There’s something

breathing in me so

be surprised not I’ve

got it under control.

I’ve a prisoner in me,

wishing I endlessly

have a chance to be

versions you can see.

Walking in walkways

I’m ripping at the air

as the flames rise off

me I just will not care.

You have seen it all

the time we’ve shared

in this abode a home

we still find rest there.

I’ve got to be better I’m

going to place motion

for real progress affect

do you all my emotion.

Surgical precision lift

up the bone so much

pain has fallen on me

I try not use as crutch.

The prisoner cries up

from inside my frail

inner workings and I

hide it in my entrails.

Break me free love I

sit on the edge broke

waiting for your eye

so to make me woke.

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