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Oct 2020
He held my hand,
At the edge of nineteen

His body was,
The Antedote
To all my scary dreams

Of,

Abandonment. Possession. Unreliability.

He held my hand,
Unlocked the cage,
Out spilled my darkest secrets
Until I was standing in freedom
And I could finally breathe.
I finally found the antedote
beckie d and the poetry
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beckie d and the poetry  31/F/Australia
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