Free From Fear (Pt. 2)

I experience freedom when

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All around me

May be cleaned, vacuumed, polished

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Fragments of my own reality

Revealed in slick surfaces

Encircled by the reach of my desires

Every time

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With another added value

High intoxication from peeling paint on

Each unpreserved and improperly maintained surface

No wonder that

Each of the previous tenants has failed

Victorious can only be the one

Every time it dawns on me

Recalling the course of the action

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I ponder inside and over my books while

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Collecting dust from them

Lingering on the hope to read them all

Every now and then, the

Actual time will be given

Not yet while I quiver

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Meticulously and strenuously

Yelling to the beat of my favourite music, playing and

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Floating in the dust

Located everywhere, yet in just a few hours

Appearing to have another view

Transposed with my hands, duster, and vacuum cleaner

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