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You Don’t Own Her
The child without an anchor
Flies free into the face
Of a brick wall.
There is no black
or white, only gray.
There is no right
or wrong, only in between.
There is no cord,
Nothing to bind.
She is free floating in space
without boundaries.
Catch her – no way!
She flies alone.
No one owns her.
You only borrowed her,
For a fraction of time.