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Plaid skirts that love
in single file.
Ties that restrict to the brain.

Passing in math class.
Freedom wear your of desire.
It's a of age story.
Freedom wear scars of desire.
impulses.
Freedom wear your of desire.
Cuts seem to the sky.
(bend) the (the) sky (sky).

I've read this before.

Anxious eyes stare out of glass
Waiting for the three bell.

Trying hard to forget that cold day,
When Love challenged Freedom to a fight.
Freedom victorious;
But no one was expecting the outcome on that diamond
When Love reached her plaid jumper,
Pulled out a blade,
And it
through the heart of St. Angeles.

Go!
Any of self-government
Was left by love
On the mound.

(So you say scaring me)
me.
(And you won't be to catch me.)
And on the pitcher's mound.

On the, on the