Silver lines the inside of this hideaway space
lithograph prints of memories replace
pictures of lovers and mothers
Duck for cover in the shade of a branch
Want to take nature by her breasts
and drink until her nectar overflows
I'd like to run with the wildest of beasts
and dance in the oldest of forests
Naked
With not even my stories to clothe me
One day I'll be free from my confinement
Free from the history and space that defines me
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