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She came with a gift
In the shape of her heart.
She slipped the badge
Of security off my chest
And slides rings
Of trust. She also
Powdered my cross
Clothed me with roses
Bless my teary bruises
With the soft palms
Of her warmth
Just to slip the keys
Off the edge
Of my very own
Save.
©Anne David O.
©Anne David O.
