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owls at dawn
Poems
3d
his hands
his hands are a weighted blanket
emanating comfort and love
his hands are a vice
holding my body as my spirit ferociously erupts
his hands are a feather
tickling me to senseless fixation
his hands release me
from fear, pain, the past
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