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Caught up in words and people too
her life's a gypsy saga
She moved with parents, then with her brood
spirit and body to and fro
together now, apart, then back
roaming all space, in and out of minds
a guide who could offer a hand to hold
Needed or curious, off she'd go
seeing, remembering, learning again
in worlds that felt safer than home
Then came the bruises, the cuts, the fears
intertwined with a loss of memory
Oh she quit for a while, then roamed again
nevermore to be kept in one place
The spirit escaped her ever-unlocked cage
released the body to heal
allowed the woman to love again
no longer afraid she might flee
searching for purpose in a gypsy soul
longing for the words to tell
a tale of freedom, love, life, togetherness
the whole of a person alive at once
held in check only by memories
Restrain her not
Make wings of her words
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