Restricted thoughts.

There was a pond that was a lake,
and a sky that stretched off into white.
A hushed afternoon.
The land shifts us,
bearing lofty airs that sweep up
This place is ours and we will break it,
smash through its pristine turfs,
knock over the words that build barriers.
And I will sit with you
on the stairs
that we aren’t allowed to sit on,
on the brink of saying something new –
ideas are the breaking waves of my world –
but instead,
I only find


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