blinded
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notes on Blinded: to k.m. ... sort of.
Blinded
wrapped in warmth
i cannot even
begin to describe
i feel so complete
like everything i've
lived through
every war i fought
lost
was worth it
wrapped in a protection
the kind i
never had
safe now from
all the demons
of the soul
wrapped in your hold
i hide myself away
so in awe of the
way i feel
to ever think
that all i am
is a game to you

~erika boal
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