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A slave to my feelings,

Shackles trapping my mind.

Trying to break through and begin healing, 

But hit with the cruel reality of man-kind. 

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letter to spring / michael kwack

in a wind

there's a scent of spring

i've passed the winter away

in a far place alone

but only hours of emptiness

and got to write letters now

the last confessions

to me and others

then to meet the spring

in complete quietness

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