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Broken Swing Set
On that swing set
He came
Open arms, warm embrace
I was young
I thought it was play
Play structure dreams
These old memories
His hands on me
His fingers traveling
What is this new game?
Let me go, no means no
But I was small, he held me tight
Told me he had a secret
A mystery, a key
What does he mean?
Zipper moving
Floodgates were opening
He showed me his treasure
Invited my hands to reclaim it
What is this discovery?
I was running
He was hunting
He slipped away into the dark
Something was different, something changed
There was a broken swing set...
He came
Open arms, warm embrace
I was young
I thought it was play
Play structure dreams
These old memories
His hands on me
His fingers traveling
What is this new game?
Let me go, no means no
But I was small, he held me tight
Told me he had a secret
A mystery, a key
What does he mean?
Zipper moving
Floodgates were opening
He showed me his treasure
Invited my hands to reclaim it
What is this discovery?
I was running
He was hunting
He slipped away into the dark
Something was different, something changed
There was a broken swing set...
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