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PushinG BoundarieS
Tired. Wreck. Spent. Found.
Land's name is outta here
Lambs and sheep running from a grisly bear
Their attacker runs and rhymes, like this load I bear
My breath, running shallow and shallow, yet still I follow
When I stop, its to fallow the field for the seeds hidden in the load I bear.
Lands' outta here, rest is neither here nor there.
I found out the hard way. When I stretched my limbs traveling,
When I stitched my cracking lips,
When I pushed my minds boundaries to still hope in hopes' loss,
When I realized that rest was neither here nor there
I faced my own grisly bear.
Silas K. Assem #IdeaWrites
Land's name is outta here
Lambs and sheep running from a grisly bear
Their attacker runs and rhymes, like this load I bear
My breath, running shallow and shallow, yet still I follow
When I stop, its to fallow the field for the seeds hidden in the load I bear.
Lands' outta here, rest is neither here nor there.
I found out the hard way. When I stretched my limbs traveling,
When I stitched my cracking lips,
When I pushed my minds boundaries to still hope in hopes' loss,
When I realized that rest was neither here nor there
I faced my own grisly bear.
Silas K. Assem #IdeaWrites
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