A Certain Type of Decisive

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Bound to you and bound to find someone else eventually because we bound across the empty feilds more ceaslessly than the sun.

Flower Chains

April 11, 2019


The birdsong,
Does it make up for the freedom I lost?
My golden prison bars, 
Do they make this my home?
The buzz of honey bees, going places I know I never can,
Their honey will never be as sweet as wings-
Or at the very least, a stinger.
Handcuffed by clouds,
10,000 pounds of water;
Lightning dances on my fingertips
But I can’t tell if it tickles or burns.
Flower Chains is what they call it when children link delicate flowers together that they place on their heads like crowns
That could crumble with the wind.
The flower chains that bind me are a little stronger.

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