Wrapped within your embrace, safety is your only concern
“Not yet, not yet.
You are neither ready, nor do I want to let you go.”
With hands holding me down, I fail to fly,
– Priscillamf (30.03.17)
I write stuff, and it's pretty cool, though it might not be good
fear, flying, imprisoned, life, love, Poems, Poetry, writing
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