Loosen these bonds, go ahead,
cut me free,
Tired of being tied down,
I can't breathe.
The breeze on my face is a phantom,
I'm winded
No air in my lungs,
tailless donkey, I pinned it.
Time passing slowly,
a clock ticking backward-
don't bother calling
you can't have the last word.
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