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Winter scarf




My fears nestled against the affirmation of a broad chest and proud shoulders, I hang on his every word. He swings me around his neck and off his body like a winter scarf. Wearing me and taking me off as he pleases. I blossom and quake at the possibilities of being alluded to. Anticipating the thrill. Anticipating the disappointment as he inherits the sins of my father.


- Z.M

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