Free From the sky

by YorkGewatter
What he doesn't write
Will fly off his mind
What he doesn't write will
Fly out of his hands

The paper that holds them
Can easily rip
But the words that are held there
Don't easily slip

For the floor that can hold you
And the sky that controls you
Doesn't stop those small words
are written inside you
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January 6, 2016 - 17:20 comical in a way

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