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Dec 2021
You held onto me,
like a child in a store holding onto a toy
he can't possibly afford,
walking with it aisle to aisle,
playing with it for as long as he possibly can,
then hiding it in a corner,
out of sight,
so that it's there to play with the next time he pays a visit,

you see, it was his, even if it was just for a little while.
دema flutter
Written by
دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Lori Jones McCaffery
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