free

just another word
as the band plays slow
your head touches mine
just another word
free
love
and you do
and you do

across the lines
waves of foil, wrapped
against the pipe

free is something
for you
as i imagine your head
touching mine
i see you throw your hair back
a thousand times
and the band begins to play slow
one last time
and we shout
we rave
we are dying
we are dying
we are lying
we are lying
hiding
hiding
fears that never surface

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