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ArrivalBright, shiny bracelets While metal snug about my waist I am captured, but not subdued They think they have me No prisoner, I am free to look I hold the small and sacred part of me close Like a royal flush My poker face must not betray. They cannot touch it, not even in their dreams. I am light and air and fire I slip through their clutching fingers like the night. Even as they rasp my puny wrist Body here, Spirit there. I am still free! Last updated January 15, 2008 01:37 PM |
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