Dripping

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i could feel it from the moment I saw you
you would suck me in
mix me up
and rip me up like paper

you left me screaming
wishing for the end
clinging to hope that hung off the side
of ever standing cliffs
overlooking the sea of misfortune

and yet I was still on your string
you could yank my limp body back whenever you were bored with you latest puppet

and for the rest of eternity
I shall keep the string
it shan't fray
it shan't knot or twist
and I will make sure it is safe

because in the end I am yours
I am not in love with you
but rather the you that my mind has come to know

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