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Thoughts From Under the Sheets
THOUGHTS FROM UNDER THE SHEETS
Tricked, stolen and all but untold
Unnamed, arrested and bolted to the floor
I was wondering about what was on the other side
Would there be a foothold on your tree?
A rise from the light whispers in my dreams?
Trances and wishes of something, something
News of neo-breathe without hesitation
With hands clasped not in retaliation
Scared, sad, and my sacred torn jeans
In a bunch, on your floor, mixed with yours
Turn to me, anxiety aside, but with pride
Wide open lips, tongues traced, yet no judgment to pass
Peace, safety and love found under the sheets
Blown candy and the silly sweet syrup you promised me
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