The Scattered Attic
Poems, prose, lyrics...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Freedom...
Freedom...
Until a moment is turned in pages,
the last "What?" is uttered out loud.
Squeezed between your ears,
mouths inserted the words necessary to convince you...
to shut you up,
now your
lips a zipper,
with a smile that's chipper.
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