for you for now,
spin your strings as you wish
as you will
cast your line
suffer the pricks
of thorns
of teeth
of uneven things
tear at me
with simple tongues
lash at me with soft hands
use it
lose what you have taken of it
it is free
we push at each
other the pull of
our heart
our one
breath
alone
gone
are
we
can we
spin your strings as you wish
as you will
cast your line
suffer the pricks
of thorns
of teeth
of uneven things
tear at me
with simple tongues
lash at me with soft hands
use it
lose what you have taken of it
it is free
we push at each
other the pull of
our heart
our one
breath
alone
gone
are
we
can we
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Where's my flowing thing, son? *looks at you sternly*
~cheers