My breath flows throughout your prison doors,
out every slot of your surrounding walls.
My wings lingering on this path of streaming air.
A free heart not longing the life left there.
My sweet scent not for you to sense,
neither the warmth of my loving presense.
My soft touch with all of me being true,
now out in the wind, free for all but you.
A weakened voice loosing it's old desires track,
not gasping for air anymore, not looking back.
I do not waste more divine words for you
wanting reconsile.
This is me without you. I'll be me for a while.
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