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My safe place is not so safe anymore. Tinged with wisps of passion, second-hand smoke. Forbidden memories curl around my heart. The keyboard looks up at me, in pregnant silence. It knows. It has the power to unlock earthly secrets. It sits like an archeologist on a mission, ready to unearth old texts private messages never meant to be seen by others I stare at it. My heart is there. Those texts and the white space in between I want my space back. For it is mine, only mine way before I let you push in My place to dream to dance to let imagination fly. After all…. this is how you arrived So now, I summon myself And in one simple act, I take it back. Just like that. I release you back into cyberspace, from whence you came. My lessons have been learned. I now say No to pain. Keyboard, welcome back. I crown you Guardian of my Safe Place. My music, my poetry. Where imagination runs wild, My inner sanctum of peace. This has always been and will always be my landscape of release.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Back, Safely
My safe place is not so safe anymore. Tinged with wisps of passion, second-hand smoke. Forbidden memories curl around my heart. The keyboard looks up at me, in pregnant silence. It knows. It has the power to unlock earthly secrets. It sits like an archeologist on a mission, ready to unearth old texts private messages never meant to be seen by others I stare at it. My heart is there. Those texts and the white space in between I want my space back. For it is mine, only mine way before I let you push in My place to dream to dance to let imagination fly. After all…. this is how you arrived So now, I summon myself And in one simple act, I take it back. Just like that. I release you back into cyberspace, from whence you came. My lessons have been learned. I now say No to pain. Keyboard, welcome back. I crown you Guardian of my Safe Place. My music, my poetry. Where imagination runs wild, My inner sanctum of peace. This has always been and will always be my landscape of release.
lora-lee
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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