your lips pulling in
why do I wanna give in
fingers branches dead
my hands of dried dread
I push back,
"it's a mistake"
my soul to make
you mine, longing,
't would be so easy
can't explain
the stuff I keep you
from.
Torture exported
to the far shore
to escape myself
as you bind me
(and yet you don't so well)
I could be anyone
out of the frame
and yet I keep
being pulled inside
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