there's been a breach in our bedsheets, and in the middle of the night on my first night, we made contact. radios crackled and it's time for you to start regretting me. you say, "no no please, deny me and offer me, the battle below my belt burns our fire stronger, don't you see? don't you see? don't you see? offer it back to me with the grace in which you took it."i keep my silence inside and i keep my mouth sewn to prevent. you. me. our lives. you ask for answers and i give you only what i can---my misunderstanding. i'll keep dancing circles and you can complete your creed, or decide what it is you must say to make the glow in me less real. demoralize me. destroy me. take me out to breakfast. remind me what it is like to be up on that cross. you know only you can.
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