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Cages And Stages

Cages have stages of dwindling pleasure,
My fixture is safer than all of the fixtures,
Inside one of the hats a rabbit runs tonight.
Without a reality of ounce, a rabbit can pounce,
Opening the young gates, offering the states
Of an animal of endeavour, in the deeds only.
Then words capture a soiled shirt,
The rigour of sight is honestly led,
Why do spaces fill with pains and decisions?

The cage of the cow is turning to beef,
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Saturday, May 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse
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