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Aug 2019
We hide in order to be found
The sound is bound to the hand
We are ****** if we disagree
So can we please release these threats
It seems we are committed to this failing
I am fettered to your body, like a skirt
Bound too tight it rides up your thigh
And I lie awake each night wondering
If you’ll ever let me back inside you
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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