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iteration_3.13

the chains of our

youth did not exist

as you may recall;

decisions made by

the flip of a switch,

seconds before hands

rose towards the sky.

novel textures fit

between fingers; smooth,

crisp – colors perfected by the

unwieldy and wild.

all a respite for

a world upon which hands

lay straight lines.

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23 / M / American

Published: Nov 24, 2016
LinesWords: 1454

Notes: see the photos: https://www.instagram.com/ajheatherly/

Copyright 2016 Anthony Heatherly
Tags: #anxiety #nature #youth #curiosity #wild #swings #anxious #chains

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