If you love someone, set them free
from paying rent, from their prison,
from the sweater they're stuck in.
Release the gum from their hair,
their hair from the comb,
or maybe its a tomb--
whatever it is, let them out
into the garden. I'm not talking about
an easy out, this will take long
sweaty afternoons, maybe even a spoon
to dig their escape route, to buy their freedom.
Untie, and help them out
of their boots, out of the boat. Rescue
from mirrors that lie and hands that tie
down, down, down.
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