directory of freedom

the anonymity of being
in a way that isn’t real,

a freedom of directory,
to allow the things I feel..

in a way that is protecting
in a way that holds my space,

a way, a space I need to hold
while double bound, however sold.

this is an accusation.
here is pain, blame, anger.

in dreams she sang
sanguinely of spirit, free~
just how I need to wish to be.


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