September 22, 2017
Thrash upon the stone that keeps you hidden! Bound to this grey unmarked grave while the sun keeps setting and birds keep singing. Bound to chains of your own perpetual silence, which be not as golden as the sweet nectar of unconditional liberty! I pled for you to not fall submissively, to watch as others turn gardens to concrete playgrounds; and forget-me-nots to barbed wire. No…thrash upon the stones that keep you hidden and sing as the birds, to remind them you’re not gone yet.
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