and the questions soar above our heads like lanterns in a storm.
they singe my skin with prying fingers.
is he yours?
is he yours?
is he yours?
the words run off the page.
the days melt across my skin.
i'll wait until he claims me.
i'll wait until he claims me.
i'll wait until he claims me.
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