some day
or maybe night
announced
or unannounced
death will choose
for itself
a fancy name
and come visiting
holding your hand
it will open the door
and in welcome rush
of freedom regained
you will leave behind
without a backward glance
the broken old dream
of bondage
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or maybe night
announced
or unannounced
death will choose
for itself
a fancy name
and come visiting
holding your hand
it will open the door
and in welcome rush
of freedom regained
you will leave behind
without a backward glance
the broken old dream
of bondage
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