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My mood is fierce.

My feet, unfettered.

Curling cigarette smoke

Threads, twisting

Around my head.

A ghostly crown. 

My heart hammers in my chest, 

I feel it keenly.

These streets are too slow, 

Too small and narrow for me now.

I want to run,

To feel autumn wind in my hair,

To sing to the sun.

I am freedom personified.

I can fly in this moment.

It would be natural for

Me to grow wings and soar

High above the clouds.

After all.

When your body tells you to move,

You Move.