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One step after the other following each one attached by barb wire. Keys in hand, heavy weight weighing down my middle finger. One cold metal touch right in the cusp of my hand. The keys jingle jangle, jingle jangle, jingle jangle scraping the sheer layer of my skin. Hair viciously being pulled back by the wind... pulling and tugging never stopping when I say no. Truth be told he only stops until I fold. Hold my hand. To a frozen touch.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
Memories Collide
One step after the other following each one attached by barb wire. Keys in hand, heavy weight weighing down my middle finger. One cold metal touch right in the cusp of my hand. The keys jingle jangle, jingle jangle, jingle jangle scraping the sheer layer of my skin. Hair viciously being pulled back by the wind... pulling and tugging never stopping when I say no. Truth be told he only stops until I fold. Hold my hand. To a frozen touch.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
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