Things blur out at a distanceBecome muted and indiscernibleMy heart yearnsBound up like a tight springLeaden bonds of my own makingStrains and Strain againTo break the bondsRusted hedges againstChildhood fears real or imaginedThese bonds must be brokenTo avoid sharp rocks… Continue Reading →
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