Jun 2020
Bent like broken branches,
And always in a rage
She speaks in subtle platitudes,
That confine you in a cage
She's wild like raging waters,
Terrifying to be sure
No man with picks or shovels
Will ever contain her
And always in a rage
She speaks in subtle platitudes,
That confine you in a cage
She's wild like raging waters,
Terrifying to be sure
No man with picks or shovels
Will ever contain her
I think all humans need to strive for freedom, accept their flaws, and resist the urge to control another.
(37/M/Minneapolis)
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