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Sep 2015
Huddled in quasi-complexity,
my mind makes for itself shackles,
that bore their ends into brick walls.
Like iron pig tails, they restrict all movement.

Will these chains ever be discarded?
Or will they corrode from the longevity of bathing in saline tears?
Β©Kyle Fisher
Kyle Fisher
Written by
Kyle Fisher  Fredericksburg, Virginia
(Fredericksburg, Virginia)   
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