oh- what direction i fall is flowing
yet somewhat, I'm stumbling-
and getting a grasp
i can taste the energy
oh- i can taste the greed.
someone is pulling-tugging at my clothes.
fabric between their hands and my bare skin
i ask-
what is it you want from me?
oh-why is it so free to be?
so-
god damn understandable but
show.
not a glimpse of common interest.
the secrets im keeping
can explain the hole meaning
of the scribble i write
or maybe just think about-
you.
x
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