Longing
- Amanda Ribeiro
- Oct 27, 2018
- 1 min read
At night you hold me tight
like a boa trapping its prey.
You say you are afraid I'll leave,
but really
you are afraid I'll stay.
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At night you hold me tight
like a boa trapping its prey.
You say you are afraid I'll leave,
but really
you are afraid I'll stay.
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