You were small,
Unimaginably micro. But your steps was earth shaking. You occupied no space in anyone else worries But you were all of mine. You were supposed to be mine. Mine alone. But I had hands all over my body That would call their claim on you and I. We would be prisoners. I fled. I took you with me. We were together and alone You were mine And for you to be your own, We would have to be free. I will see you soon. I hope.
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