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iron fetish

i dream the day these cuffs go off,

my ankles finally breathing.

And i will walk on grassy lofts,

despair no longer seething.

But will i know the ways of freedom?

Will these lungs accept clean air?

— or will i give new life some ultimatum

and re-wear these stocks out there?

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