you are mine
beneath my skin
a secret grows.
I name you.
I call you special
I call you precious
I sing to you every morning
he can never know.
Sometimes I dream
I'll return
with you in my arms
and then he'll want a family
but I know that our realities cannot carry
the weight of something so light
so fragile
so right.
You are mine
until they cut me up inside
he can never know.
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