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Poesia
There's something about you that entraps me
Something that sets your eyes to burn so bright and
beautifully
You've found the coziest place, my child
The world of my innermost thoughts
You are
Too helpless to think on your own
You clutch to my toes
As if you belonged to them
How the slightest brush makes the deepest cut
On your blue, onion skin
Obsessed, you sustain addictions
Shy, you conquer oceans
Brittle, you break up in infinitesimal grains
Your small hands know each fold of my heart
You belong to me not because you are the fruit of my body
But because I wanted you
Even from the start
poems ©
Ciara Mia Marasigan
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