I Identify

He chose the road of snow because the sunlight was too low…
She opted for no optics because her hope grew microscopic…
Together they sang solo arrangements
Apart they mourned no soul entanglements
He reaches beyond his reach and emerges with a hand full of leeches…
She’s a breath of fresh amidst the rest, yet still struggles with the test…
Freedom is a subtle vice
Shackles deceptively feel right
There is no piece of peace for the emotional pieces…

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~The Wordsmith

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