not for sale

Not for sale, display, other people.You are chained and cornered,in my bundle of arms and fingers,my vision of broken color spectrums.under the sky of green,where there is no sun to see,where the voice of your past dreams,echoes in glass tunnels under the trees.scratches or wounds I accept.when you're crawling, filled with holes,broken bones, cruel & cold,broken soul, honey in your hair.bitten dog from a dogfight,looking for a home to go,where the losing bear can show its sorrow,to a pair of eyes that know,to a pair of eyes that know.
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