i want to be mad flown; frustrate; annihilate sown. but you stand in my way. my way- lost to the toe you draw about me. am me. forever backward- i find. and i cannot argue with consistent or prolonged conviction.
my twirl-around fools none of your shadows. your deeply is my in me. a voraciously stubborn charm on a crack and dandle. strop the balance, venomous tear.
with somehow your touch, a reminder, scraping, and soothing. you are where i see, and where i won’t see.
and you hold my well despite myself.
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