flying is possible now
but no matter how high you go,
somehow there still isn't enough air.
a collar hugs your throat;
no leash attachedeighteen; adult.
unchained from the title minor,
the weight of everything figurative yet real
still holding every bone down.
liberty? subjective to your owner(s)
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