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Stepping out into the morning, realising my new calling, thinking only of the things that independence brings, apron strings are now corroding, feelings lovingly exploding and the tenderness collides in the sweetness of her eyes, her eyes, it doesn't mean you love her less, fleeing from the nest, leaving her for something new, growing spiritual unrest like a boyhood quest, leaving her for something new, wasting time tick tocks in seconds, open spaces seem to beckon, thinking only of the things that new-found freedom brings, vision blurred and still half blind, you cut the cord a second time, hands and knees are worn from crawling and then you're suddenly free-falling.
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