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Confined Art

Cooking

Making music

Gardening

Playing a sport

Creating Art

Being a parent

Sex

Love

Dancing

And so much more


They all have their rules

A structure

Keeps them

Confined


Even art

Has to play by rules


But


In that structure

Leaks out

What it means

To be

Human.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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