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Doug Marr

Liberation Cherished Memories, subtle like whispers, brighter than star-light, torturous spirits. She lit up my world. Why must you remind me? I want freedom, from this painful heart. Hope is my mind’s yoke, my Heart, the teamster. Cogs turn, on futile subjects. Still thinking. Imagination, chained down to the ground by these crazed masters, must dream of past things. My savior, Time, Calms my feverous soul. Now I return to tranquility. I am free at last. Assuaged, my Heart and my Memories, are pleasant again. Imagination, freely flies away. I set out again, at peace finally.

Doug Marr

Liberation Cherished Memories, subtle like whispers, brighter than star-light, torturous spirits. She lit up my world. Why must you...