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Jul 2020
Flying is ever in my nature, never a home to hold.
I live by the mercy of the wind, should my truth here be told.
I’ve never been one to settle, never one to anchor down.
To be caught in your web should leave me terrified, like I’ve finally run aground.

You called me down from my daily exhausting routine
With the power of your voice and your spirit, unseen.
I was enchanted by your gaze and enraptured by your smile.
So against my very nature, I stopped and chatted for a while.

I couldn’t leave, you know. Your conversation was divine.
The breadth of your mind and heart gave off a radiant shine.
I stayed the night to talk to you and learn your very depths.
I stayed the morning and afternoon just to feel your deepest breaths.

Days passed and then months, and I made myself a name
In the place you called your home and would one day call your grave.
Your web was where I rested my head when the daylight turned to night
The danger never occurred to me, until one fateful fright.

I was tangled, drowning in the fear I resurrected for myself.
What was I doing here, if not to bolster your impressive trophy shelf?
You had caught your fair share of flies before, that much was clear to see.
But then why, I reflected in new composure, had you not brought an end to me?

Flying is ever in my nature, though I had forgotten all this time.
Perhaps I should return to the air and reclaim the life once mine.
But I stopped myself in stupor to reflect on truth once more,
That you have not eaten me as of yet, and you would not prevent my soar.

Your web is not a trap, nor a cage to keep one grounded.
It is a comfy place to lay my head, to begin a life here founded.
You’ve changed me through and through, given me only love and care,
Now I cannot be content aloft, drifting through uncharted air.

I want you in my life forever, and I never want to go back
To when I lived an uncertain life of solitude, having nothing to unpack.
Now I’m rich in character, full to the greatest of extents.
And I love you more than words will say, wholly joyous and content.
Thomas Dressler
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Thomas Dressler  22/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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