we rent this space occupying it briefly but everything in the room is ours from the furnishings to random thoughts even the broken dreams scattered throughout the years are ours so it seems strange that we cannot share this small space with whom we choose those who pretend to be our landlords keep insisting that their rules must be followed rules designed for their pleasure and their pleasure is power over others but we pay the rent
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Beautifully written and well said. You are very talented. I think this might be my favorite poem of yours.
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A GREAT PIECE!