I looked out the window and saw the wind

I was liberated

I looked out the window and felt the wind

I was stifled

I looked at my hand

I was stifled

My tears fell

I felt liberated

He said, “One for the road”

I felt stifled.

I smelled the tar.

I felt liberated.

I ate the trifle.

I was inebriated. 

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