How must I disfigure my words Conform endless unbound ideas into tiny boxes of acceptance How must I contort my essence Submit the free-running child to the shackles of conformity How must I restrain my fiends Imprison giants of creativity in dark gaols of deliverances How must I subdue my epiphany Contour the remarkable enigmaContinue reading “Bound”
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