historical allegory confused for love story. His a mission meant for more than glory, more than shine, more than whatever she wanted to hear in his lines...
His rhymes so personal, inverse of inner soul and reverse. Composed in prose and verse so she...
listened till her ears filled. Then words spilled unheard till her appreciation ceased and the air fell still...
Still he stood straddling doorways in more ways than one. They once shined bright together - like the sun will burn out, so love was strangled by doubt
imposed extremes choose now or loose forever gangsta' lean of pleasure with pressure that he'd never find better so he let her....
till the day she got the letter. He - untethered unfettered understanding better the context of his own happiness, sought escape...
The warden never got over losing her inmate and her innate sense of control projected from self to others minus self control Now he's cold her tears frostbit needing covers He - smothered for too long first breaths of freedom captured in a journal shared at a poetry reading...
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