La Cage
At some point, you stopped searching. You discovered that singular perfection. The “one.” For the first time, being tied down doesn’t seem like a sacrifice. It has become necessity. There is another reason why the caged bird sings. Sometimes, getting things locked down is nothing short of ecstasy. Shimmering warmth. The blows of the hammer practically ring in your ears. It sounds like a song.
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