A new found freedom
even the smallest of lies can start a downward spiral
concrete blocks break in the expanding ripple effect.
No coping with your harsh placement. My skin burns.
ears fall from enjoyment and distance is what we come to
Nor do we find it likely that this string will hold...
soup cans are substandard
Like a child running his tiny mouth
your legs hit coffee tables and glass shatters.
With boots of substance, I march my things down the stairs.
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