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Apr 2021
We kissed on the brink
of catastrophe
(so please don’t think
you have to look after me).
You were a holy man
With the spirit of a child
When I surrendered,
Barefaced, beguiled.
I didn’t have a choice.
Then you gave me words
But you took away my voice.
BSween
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