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Possibility

  • Writer: Nic
    Nic
  • Apr 24, 2020
  • 1 min read

They will call it chaos, but

it's possibility, a world of

willingness without inhibitions,

of wishes without limits. They

will keep to their city of keys,

to the promises and pacts which

make it all seem tame, wildness

captured and constrained, bound

by rules, wielded with intention.

They will play at politics, cross

boundaries they don't comprehend,

imagine all the stories belong to

them. But I dreamed this world

for you.

 
 
 

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