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Free 

she walked in the wild
ate from the earth
kissed the love
she had no past
the stars were her guide
free was not a word she knew, it was a feeling that is always there.
I met her one day barefoot in the wet grass
I told her about my past
she laughed
grabbed my hand and led me down a trail
we skipped over rattle snakes and stared at bears
and talked at the smoke of our breath
the sun came up and she asked if I was scared anymore
I said no
she smiled and was gone

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