Get out of jail free card.
That was you,
when the ship bowed
the sails split
and the anchor fell,
you were my escape.
Until the vacuum of time
in which we were suspended
grew a hole so large
we could touch the sky
as galaxies grew between us,
and now, I’m just floating
reeling in cartwheels,
gravity just missing my toes.
Do not pass go.
Beautifully crafted with complete imagery.
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Thank you.
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Do not go, perhaps?
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