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  • Thomas Kam

Being Held By You

Being held by you,

My body spasms

Like an eyelid twitching in a dream

Waking from that dream now,

I find my body

Shackled and shaking

Your embrace receives me,

Asking no questions,

Providing no answers.

That is enough.


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