The Bottle

My shape was that With curves I had a seal Once broken Always easier to open Always vulnerable to lose the Lid but the air that entered was of affection was of freedom maybe everything

My shape was that

With curves

I had a seal

Once broken

Always easier to open

Always vulnerable to lose

the Lid

but the air that entered

was of affection

was of freedom

maybe everything had its price

the part of me that I would lose

or the love that I would receive

Equally

frightening

– writinglady

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