Ambassador Topic -

Freedom

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I WON'T GIVE UP MY...

Why should I give up my seat for you ?
Call the cops if that is what you must do
I will sit...

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I am a Deafblind Woman

I am a Deafblind woman.
I wonder if you can see and hear me.
I hear everything's muffled, yet...

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The illusion

The illusion

being
ethical

doing
the
right thing

is subjective
to the side...

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Pastures Fresh

Summer Loving

Pastures Fresh

Wisdom and freedom reign supreme,
To, cast bodily greed towards dream.
In ties of blood and...

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I Believe That I am an Island

I Believe That I am an Island

I believe that I am an Island and nobody else is there
I do what I must to survive and no one else...

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Forever and a day

Forever and a day

Love Fierce with softness
Feel it forever; and a day
Travel the world and back
And let...

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Freedom II

Freedom II

Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun
That day he felt happy walking tall and...

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Lasting Lives

Love Burns Long

Lasting Lives

Tugging at heart-strings is the welcome,
Of attraction based on what is this sum.
Adding to...

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there's gonna be a...

there's gonna be a revolution

there's gonna be
a revolution
but not
the one
In which
you
think...

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No Independence (One World...

We the Dependents

The echoes travel into the valley and vanish abruptly into the same monotonous gloom. Our hopes and dreams...

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Deep Inside The Woods

Deep inside the woods, my memories returned,
Oh, and how I wept, for they had made me yearn.
...

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Sweet remedy

We was in the middle of a good smoke, chillin on a high, the sweet kind.
You left half way, ash tray...

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Sailing On Blue

Sailing On Blue

Gentle is the breeze that sweeps a caress,
that blends with the warmth in managing stress.
I'...

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The twighlight of her dreams

The twighlight of her dreams

She tiptoes on watery beams amidst the twighlight of her dreams in a wonderful world of wishful thinking...

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ITS A NEW DAY

ITS A NEW DAY

I called it freedom to do as I please
To decide the right to life
And who swings from a tree...

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Haunting

Haunting

Am I
to be
ghost

because I already died
or
because I hang on
…...