Thoughts [Original Poetry]

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Thoughts

People. Walls.
No one
to scratch you.
No one
to caress you.

She cried
in rusty handkerchiefs
while twisting her nose.

Did someone see Fred?
He went to the market
and since then
I realized
that he was lost.

It's hard
for a free man
to stay near you.

I've taken the key
from the cage
and I gave
to someone
in the street
my brain.

I thought that,
anyway,
they can't take
my heart.