Designed For Free – Unhinged Poem

Flesh designed to rip free,

music to my ears,

the cries and the pleads,

a wish not granted,

a sea not sailed,

progress at the expenditure of life,

when the soil is still warm,

perceive,

promote,

promise the world,

but don’t foolishly promise the cure,

for the cure is not an end..

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