Free?
I want to be, while writing
in rare form of Poetry.
Taking flight, in the finest...quality.
White treasure residue,
while I speak in tongues
of treachery vodoo.
Free
Am I really?
as i sip down life
individually.
Putting together
vacant memories,
from my past
when in reality
I am held
within the crack
of society's nose.
One hit,
is all that I need.
While the comsumption
glides through my viens.
drying out, what makes me bleed.
I am still
Free, to be me.
or
Am I?


~sugarcookie~

but it's all for a good cause.
All legal of course 








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