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Unfinished start of a new poem about teenage love

Creaking chains dangle from above
Rhythmic squeals in tune to a silent drummer
Drops of salty dew glisten on clenched palms
Grasping at butterflies alight from deep within

Whispers feverishly passed from mouth to heart
Demons soothed, fed and kept warm, out of harms way
Shackled with creaking chains and bond by silk tendrils
Tied tightly, neatly with twine, boxed away
Each in a brillantly colored drawer