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Shackles
Lay claim
To be a slave of love
Thine own self lost
Split between two souls
Within reach
You can see yourself
But you’re someone else’s
Now
Enshackle yourself
Fasten chains around your
Love-ridden wrists
Bound in metal
When and only when
You can wholeheartedly wish
That those bonds
Could be melted
Will be when
The rock will crumble
Beneath you
And the chains catch you
And as you hang
You thank God
For his gift
Called love.
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