a Place to call Home

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your arms, my sanctuary

our bodies, our safe places

with our skin on skin

your fingers leaving traces

the warmth of your smile

the beauty of your heart

our enemies the board

my words our dart

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Now that I've re-typed it, I realise that that could've gone very badly, but I still like it this way! Pardon the late update, exams are taking up quite some time.

- Dominic

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