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hear-ye, here: ye. free. found. ballooned in the dancedawndreamdrizzle of spilled bliss. still, this: echo-storm -pepper-curled scar. open jar, shadowcloud-spark. we giggle ghosts, spring flicker-fear, lull leaves to skip-melt-twist. she shimmers on, bubblegrin rose, supposed whisper-sound, curl-cued nightbreath breeze. our … Continue reading
… , we wonder if we’ll ever touch the sky, if the free we know will fade like smoke against this scorched land. If the brave will still stand, and we among them. If the heroes will still come, and … Continue reading