Under a single bind
Page after page
For minds, there is no cage
Crossing the bay
While pouring a gulf
fascinates, confined
Still, chamber of age.
The passing lines
The space between
Lost before they rise
To grow, to ruin
To compromise
Some can be loved
Like an rapt foliage
In blossom of bosoms
Of smile and rage
The four arms
Spreading a sweet charm
They can make you mad
But no harm!
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