A’nonce? A freedom gone?!
What whys slipped
From my hand?
I know.
Abovnce? Freedom thrown!?
Why whats slip
Through fingers.
We know.
Humanity.
A’pround? Freedom?
In bits slipped
Into our hands?
Aboundz? Freedom too long.
Too slippery;
In my fingers,
humanity.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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