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XII

your mouth makes me

gasp and i almost let

those little words go,

i really want to let

you know but you try

to pull too harshly for my

delicate taste, you chase

those words back, drive

them from my cursed face 

so they no longer arise, only

wither away as you intrude

to yank them violently back

out, infuriated because you

were close yet still so far