constricted
unhinged let me take it off
show you whats underneath
i could fit so well inside
your emptiness
such prisms leak and drip
no other dream that i could
bring to reality
you seem happier these days
the work an all-consuming fire
to eat up the hate
the partnership no longer
lopsided
i could show you so much more
where my fingers want to wander
i stand
the pill of virtue melted
in the palm of my hand
sweetly
i desire
you
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from