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Jan 2019
I wondered if he knew that my soul danced whenever he'd bite his lip and call me his girl
That the concept of myself being his in his head the made sweat form on my collar bones
That the very suggestion that other girls were just labeled other girls but I wore the label of 'his'
Meant that flowers could bloom and die, the sun could set and rise, the wind could blow and subside, but still within and outside
He was mine...
Lone Chimney Sweep
Written by
Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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         D A W N, c, Keith Wilson, Peeth, Sehar Bajwa and 8 others
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