Poetry

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(poem)

at the inside
at the very deep
and long forgotten inside
where the light begins
where breathing is god
the place where music lives
where all is real
and love is made of liquid light
there with no thick sludge
no density of air or gravity
no menace of morality
there within are you and I
there where the doors lock
from the outside
and prison is everywhere else

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