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Emotional Independency

Updated on April 1, 2017


Flying in circles inside a jar,

round and round, the air is thinning.

The colors are too many,

blended in one, a streaked blur.

this is for our silver mistress

time lay in a tangled heap,

still counting down slyly

but here we have found infinity -

when we create these brilliant stars

and stroke our golden lustrous pets

it was but a selfish infinity

like a swirling cool darkness

still, this is peaceful,

we hear our closed minds say

And then we died when the jar broke

because the world was too small

and wouldn't rest in our infinities

She was supposed to walk into the winter,

and search for her lost friends.

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