and i found it again like my laugh
knowing when it was present, when it had passed
and knowing from a cushioned box of safety
what and what not
this is my song
the packets rustling cutlery scraping
to horror eyes and running sprinting mind
how can i contain this?
the recall is reddening - cheeks heart fire
it surfaces like bile and devalues my truth
the resistance, the freedom is mezmerizing
will he stay with me always?
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