Walls of pale, pale, palest green
An envelope of serenity
Hand stitches passed over like a sunrise unseen
Cotton as soft as kitten fur and imagination
I come here not to escape, but to remember
The ivory light switch is flipped to on
and I am waiting
Lord, waiting in freedom
please never make me leave
just let me be, let me breathe
waiting in freedom
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