Safety is a gentle curl of a baby

tucked in it's mother's womb.

It's tangling with your lover

On a winter afternoon

To escape the bite of the cold.

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Safety is your identity,

The curl of your fingerprint

That could be no one outside of yourself.

No one can impersonate it

Or leave it behind like you.

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Safety is an artists brush

Curling across the canvas in waves

Etched from something deeper than memories

Something that can't be buried in graves

Something from the soul