The freedom
in the innocence
of being
without rhyme reasons.
A catalyst
swept through fields
of facades.
I swam through
still water
behind an undercurrent;
dark colors,
morning thunder,
suitors tire undercovers,
miss calls
rumor mill news,
sealed lips.

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