my arms
are not a cage,
my heart
is not a prison
my house
has doors
to come inside
and to walk out
when you touch me
you move my soul,
when you kiss me
you kiss me
when i hurt you
i hurt me,
when you flee me
i find myself
you know
we can fly
and we can sleep,
all in its time
there is a flower
or a green leaf
in each bud
to unfold
in innocence.
all belongs
where it must be,
and one day
we will all reach
beyond .
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