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  • Olivia Bonomo


you bracleted me

trapped the old image

of me in your mind

the bracelet embroidered

the time before

the late nights

the games

the time before

we changed

Worn on my wrist

Decorated in pretty patterns

Paraded with pride

Stained with smoke

Of the bonfires

while you trapped the

old me on your wrist

I am not braceleted

to someone else

the new image of me

now braided into them

as they are to me

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