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his song
Category: Writing and Poetry
i flutter in his lungs like a moth in a jar to his soul my loyalties lie, his lamp the glow that draws me in he holds me in his locket like a boy off to war metal presses at my sides, i almost see my own demise but he strums my strings with more grace than Apollo he presses on the keys wedged deep in my skin and i am his song and he plays me to the beat and i am his song » Continue Reading