Every move of my tongue and eyes,
My hands, my skin, my body,
my desires, my love, my needs
my happiness, my struggle, my life.
Every dying beat of my crumbling heart
And all things around...
The words on the pages, the books
The empty shelves, the bottles of wine,
And packets of smoked cigarettes.
Every dying beat of my crumbling heart
Utters thy name.
Liberty....
-Mason Carter
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