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Mar 2016
Like a bird I long to fly free into your arms,
Though they soon will become a prison to me.
For freedom is forever fleeting,
Though if I had to choose a prison to live in,
Yours would be the sweetest my love.
Break my wings and suffocate me with your presence,
Freedom is an illusion,
I’d trade it all, I’d be your prisoner,
If it meant I’d be yours.
Loveless
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Loveless  Vatican City.
(Vatican City.)   
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