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The Ceiling And The Sky
In my innocence I was brave...
And knew no fear,
No boundaries, no limits, no doubts,
Unable to imagine my spirit contained.
The sky was open...
Then came that ceiling,
That flattened the top of my head,
And crowded my dreams with fear.
The ceiling was clear...
You could see right through,
Unwaivering and unmovable it sat,
Intending to crush my dreams, so...
Wednesday 27th November 2024 9:51 pm
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