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Nov 2017
Arms
Something hard, yet soft
Arms snaking into
Arms, moving of their own
Accord, against my will
A hand at my throat grips
Tight, light, a bright light
Lightly I ask is it you
And you say back
Yes
#gaelpol #themorrgan
Written by
Samuel
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