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Flesh Baby

A dream house on an island

Cottages scattered about



A shop and the sun

Something fun to dream……

But big plans don’t compare

To a flesh baby’s hands

Stroking my skin

The tingle left by 



My personal war

Trust or don’t



I was getting good at being

On my own

Had found confidence

A little strength

Some light


How quickly I give it up

For strong arms

Soft touch

The chance to come home.


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