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May 2019
When I close my eyes
It’s good, maybe healing.
The comfort of hot breath to warm my neck

But I do not belong
And so I slide from the arms of safety
Release the chain, and slip into the rainy night

Without a sound
Without a trace

And he will let me go
Because my heart is always somewhere else.
He wanted me to stay.
Heather
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Heather  26/F/NJ
(26/F/NJ)   
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