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Strap

Heather Lydia Thornhill 1981 (Manchester)



Love of...
Yeah!
Looooooovvvv!
Llllaaaaa!
Maan!
Hooooooooow!
Beat.

Wooooaaaaah?
Day-day.
Day-day.

You got me hooked.

About this poem

Restraints don't always come in chain form but individually; at times plain boldly; smack bang in your face; familiarly; bitterly.

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Written on September 07, 2021

Submitted by heathert.34240 on September 07, 2021

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