Confinement
Such pretty words
Frightening
Though true still
Makes minds think
Hearts ponder
And souls,
How they wonder
If,
When,
And where-
The possibilities
Endless yet existing still
Much like such the confusion in the aforementioned
Hidden, but there still
Behind such muses always lives what’s real…
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