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by Sarah Ellen anchor me in your arms I am not alone enough unless you are near cage me in the air I am too close to myself without the touch of you calm my skin in your palms warm my apathy cool my agony quiet and lucid you prophecize my extremes listen to my stories and my dreams and not even break stride you are the precipice of my reality falling would be simple but I won't I want to climb I want to love you |
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