Zywa
Belonging [1]
I want to belong
just
laugh together
and keep talking
whisper in the warmth
of each other's blood
safe in the insecurity
of life
that hits friends and takes them away
from the chain dance -- to the last
we hold them
hand in hand
I don't lock me up
in guarantees and fear
I bump and dent me outside
in the storm, together
with warriors
who do not hide
from the fate of others
because they belong
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