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Release
I don’t think I can hold it anymore,
The words waiting to be set free,
Out from the cage of my lungs,
Right from the heart,
Not rhymed,
Or versed,
Or paraphrased,
Or manipulated,
In sentences I hardly mean,
In poems I stopped writing,
In songs I started obsessing,
So, tonight I let them out,
To fly,
To find their way home,
Through the stars and the moon,
Crossing oceans of sunsets,
And mountains of danger,
To straight to your heart.
