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Soles are bloody from
chasing freedom through
city streets. Soul is muddy
from pacing through history-
museums with dirty feet.
Gold and money are the two
life ingredients for sugar-sweet.
Pouring bowls of honey over
carcasses of butchered meat.
Melting coals of chocolate over
goddesses to feed the beast.
To be free is to be brave
enough to feel the heat.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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