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Battlefield, Girl. (Free verse) by LucidRevelation
I'm going
to let this
flow,
grow.
Throwing it all
into my fates
rusty hands.
You
inhibit my;
caress my;
soothe my;
create my;
touch my;
Mind.
You've got that
one-of-a-kind
face, body, mind.
Your head full
of your own
daily
grind...
that you forget
to think about
mine.
In my dreams
I kiss your
Child-like persona
that I hate
so much
to love.
So, little girl
Child of so many
yet lost amongst
the rest
It's true.
You possess me,
you arrest me...
Now, you keep me.
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