April 1, 2017

you must never cocoon me
when i want to freefall
nor cuff my wrists in place
when i need both hands
to write,
to create,
to strangle myself


when the world claims
that love holds fast and never let’s go
remember this

i am yours to love
i am no one’s to keep


Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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