Friday, February 7, 2020

cutting the strings

I won't let the best of me.


I call bluff.


Your all talk.


Take your best shot.




I refuse to give into.


You knock me off my square.


You won't rattle my game.


I'm cool as cucumber.


You can't touch me in my domain.


I won't let you control me.


I'll keep the key.


I've dwelled in you for far too long.


I'll set my own self free.


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HLH© 2/7/2020

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