When you cut me up, to pieces
And flatten out all my creases
You will discover the real me.
Like the growth cycles of trees –
My dear books, my funny sprees,
My music… All that makes me free.
…what makes me happy… makes me free.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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