I want to away with this feeling by
presenting it to innocent bystanders, a
dowry of errant value- oh my wayward
ways-
with my hands knotted into bows behind my
back, symbolism pertaining to my evident blamelessness (but oh clearly this is
a fabrication, you fathom well)
I want
I want to give this feeling away to someone
like you, except I don’t dare [...]
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