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Aug 2016
I am your prized possession.
Embedded words of what body parts belong to whom.
Who do I belong to?
You
Your trophy that never leaves her place.
While you are left to venture in search of another treasure you can't taste.
Your prized possession placed on a shelf.
Others gaze upon your prize with twinkling in their eyes.
Asking for a price which is of course denied.
Crimson turns your face as others find interest in your possession.
I shine for you, yet, I don't catch your eye.
Abandoned possession until caught by another eye.
Written by
Ravenlimit
538
   zebra and K-mari AJani Jones
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