i feel cranking and clanking on my insides
like there's a heavy piece of metalterrified of moving anyway forward
i would like to stay in this momentand i go numb
with the slightest strokethe briskest touch
a week ago i felt your throat
at the back of my neckand you swallowed
but i still couldn't
muster up anythingmy worthless desires
are stationary and siti wish you
to my side
before i-quit
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