Rise
I have a name thats not mine that I cling to, run away with, start anew.I have some souls on my feet that I still use, walking forwards, moving through.
I have no map in my head that I go by, wander up right with the blue sky.
I have just my body that I own, i'm free, I carry just myself alone with me.
Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2011-09-05 at 04:59
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