Someone
Rooted into my soul, he was vital, he oppressed Potent love, a bold kind. Violent His tongue barbaric Puissant hand in hand But he needed me. I needed him— I was afraid to say. He held me. He told me, he’d keep me safe. Shielding my power with his power He was my someone He was someone
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