When I write
I want to soar.
To people and places unbound by my imagination.
That which is not real
Bursts into existence on the page.
I cannot be bound
By form, meter, rhyme scheme,
Or none at all.
Perhaps merely phrases,
Disjointed, or worse
Trailing off into ambiguity.
But prose holds no such constraints
And stories flow from the
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