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A Sense of Security
Once left in solitary
now locked indefinately.
What had seemed safe
now rubbing the chains,
giving a bitter chafe.
At one point safety felt so free
the stray rescued is me
saved from the streets,
locked in a kennel til he meets.
The security was once appreciated
arms fastened at the glove
an anchor disguised as warmth and love.
this love can never be broken
...Saturday 7th September 2019 5:37 am
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