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Love is a prison, amongst other things
Love can find you and bind you
And never set you free.
Love is a bringer-home of truths
Love allows you a mirror-self to see
That years ago and years ahead
Are not enough to give you liberty.
Love is a prison, a power-quotient
Love should give you wings to flee
Instead of clipping them, silencing your song
Love should set you soaringly free.
Love is not as easy or free
As dreams have made it out to be
Love can help you or cripple you
But now, that is another story.
To each his own way of loving
Some weep and others keep
Their hearts in a cast iron chest
Then love becomes a prison, a life test;
Then flee-that is really the best.
Rani Turton
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