Fighting Bear Poems

We are only bound by our thoughts.
For if there be confinement,
It is born of personal choice.
You and I can settle and become
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Prismatic colored ribbons arched afar,
Like a scratch on Father Sky's face.
Are you merely a routine refraction,
A common reflection, an ordinary
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By my hand I caress you.
With these lips I kiss you.
In my heart I hold you.
With these eyes I see
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