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There’s something I like about being put on my knees the push and pull of control like a live-wire until suddenly I can let go into this safety net of being here on my knees for someone who will take care of me I like resting my head in someone’s hands something fragile unfolding in me through the open swinging door I like to feel hands in my hair that make me feel small and safe like nothing in the world would dare hurt me for fear of you
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
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There’s something I like about being put on my knees the push and pull of control like a live-wire until suddenly I can let go into this safety net of being here on my knees for someone who will take care of me I like resting my head in someone’s hands something fragile unfolding in me through the open swinging door I like to feel hands in my hair that make me feel small and safe like nothing in the world would dare hurt me for fear of you
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M/Aspen, Colorado
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
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