Like a ladies undone stock
Words rolled out
Like the first flush of a water fall
From mountains wise so high
It was locked under the pins
Like a caged circus lion
That noshes on herbs
So miserable and piteous
It wobbled from the cellars
Of the neurons of my brain
Like a captive to prison-break
After a long cursed hostage
Words took control over me
And I transformed in to
The ink and quill myself
My expressions freed out
Irrevocably liberal
Like just born butterflies
And here I am pregnant
To give birth to my
First linguistic offspring...
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