We’re holding for a chance to breathe, tightly bound left to consume. They pull the rope as we suggest, bright ideas in a dark room. Searching through the alcove; where I kept what was most precious, most fragile. Focus, we’re ascending towards you. I can’t believe you said you’d follow me down, again. So far out, I can barely see the face on the screen. I can’t believe you said you’d follow me down, again. When every back is turned, you drift, “He won't leave well enough alone.” It’s not so bad when we admit we kinda love all they don’t condone. Mud and brick to seal what was. Now I understand, I’m just something you grow out of. Staring from the outside and you're looking past my ghost, before it walks away. You warm this home so much more; more than I ever did. You're fighting back again, so certain it’s a gruesome end for a gentle creature.
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