Freedom of Expression: Time to Think, and Reflect…

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Angel’s wings brush my skin, I close my eyes and begin to sing

i fly twirl weightless and free, cool breeze, crisp air, mesmermizing sea;

his voice, his kiss, his gentle caress, send me to the garden of the heavens a mystical fortress

reluctant yet hungry I see a rapacious world as I peer into the sparkling blue starbursts of the one I hold near. 

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