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| *image: luis royo |
| Your alphabet concludes with z while
mine is just beginning, taking off into symbolic realms where there are no fences, safety nets or comfort zones to tame or shame emotions� flight. No, I will not even try to breathe your language based on jealous fear and ownership which may, at any time, be sold or skinned from bone to battle. I will fly beyond your limits and you will fail to follow into wild and open skies, for z is just a bat-snack in a quantum mist. Bruises fade and when you pull that bitter fencepost from your heart you will find no scars to mourn, no trail of tears to show I�d ever been around to disturb your world. |