If I fled, I’d be found. If I bled, I’d be bound.
If I escaped, I’d be lost. If I cried, I’d be tossed.

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
If I fled, I’d be found. If I bled, I’d be bound.
If I escaped, I’d be lost. If I cried, I’d be tossed.