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Ellie J Fearn

Bite

How about if you don’t bite me you’re allowed to stay?
That when I step through the door
I do so with with confidence
Not wondering if your eyes will be dancing with joy
Or twitching in none descriptive anger.
Getting under my skin
Whilst I bury myself into a corner
Or...
Or running on never ending beaches
At your side.
How about if you don’t bite me you’re allowed to stay?

(2014)

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London
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