If thrown at
Someone
No care if
Returned
Like a coin
Flipped
With a hard
Thumb
Or melted into
Bliss
Dripping from
Eternity
And will jump to
Us
And our hard_gained
Grace
Will smoulder to
Ashes
And then it can't be
Pushed
Back like a cow
Cawing
At the door or
Window
It is fettered by
Will
Not by actions
We
If sensible
Enough
We must get it
Submissively
Offering no
Contradiction
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