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Shackles Fall

Yesterday's reality
is today's nightmares

but tomorrow smiles
with sweet promises

and shackles fall

Yesterday's was physical
knuckles were bleeding.

Today's is lyrical
the heart is healing.

Write me a poem
so tomorrow looks magical
with scars so beautiful
as shackles fall

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