Bindings

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By X_LUCY_INNES_X

Standing here alone, a vantage point watching you approach ever closer the sounds of confusion and fear ringing in my soul My stance proclaims my needed space a time, for now, to heal and let present entanglements drift into the past Use rather gossamer for your binding for the threat of titanium bonds sends me fleeing away to a secure place perhaps, not of love undying but one unthreatening and wishing for instead gossamer bindings

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