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Nov 2018
Hands cup my face
Calloused warm
A scar on the left hand on the pointer finger
I kiss each palm
Thorns biting into my lips
Blood trickles down my chin
Over the crest of it
Down my neck
I sit in a lap
Another arm braced across my back
Mirrors staring at me that dance with humor
Ever changing
Safe
Warm
A heavy presence
Safe
Captive
I'd go as far as to say prisoner
But I can't I love it here
I finally found somewhere I belong
I'm content to be caged
I've never soared higher
Cerulean skies
I'm content to be shackled
Kisses chaining me down
A welcomed pressure beating in my heart
I'm the happiest captive ever
Forever loved
How can I not be ?
Elizz
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Elizz  17/F
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