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Dec 2021
strobing images flash inside
your body out of sight
you’re temporary love in his arms
his body is now your throne
your home away from me
a shrine to his transgressions
in the dark you lie toΒ them
and you love it too
pretending the shackles you don are for him
Written by
mark soltero  23/M/Texas
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