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Feb 2020
A golden cage set out for me
But only me
I go willingly
I wait for the back of your hand
Longingly
I wait to be grabbed and pushed and pulled
by you
For you
I go home after being with you
And I'm soaked from mere conversation
I know it's wrong
I know it's a step backwards
But I can't help from touching
Written by
Brie Williams
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   Rich Hues
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