| One creature I return to, one habit I neglect
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| I cannot slow the pace at which I yearn
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| Frank and unabashed I become a frozen servant
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| Smiling asking nothing in return
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| Fang-tooth woman foaming at the mouth as she addressed me
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| Not with moving lips, but with the rabid wild arresting
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| Words not yet intended to identify emotion
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| Scrawling bold and oblique in my head
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| I’ve hung out at your service jobs
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| I’ve watched you, waited and be ignored
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| Bled into the clatter, as they sipped at what you poured
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| I cling to your perimeter as you float in their margins
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| Oblivious to being stung, there satellite becomes my son
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| I’ve flown into that trap before
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| When things have gotten dark
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| In the depths of strangers glances lies the most ferocious spark
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| Most freedom is deceiving
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| If such a thing exists
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| When I was young I knew but didn’t care
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| Faces change and shape to represent the same old beast
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| I want to flee but I can only stare
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| It’s the sound a captive heart makes as it sizzles into vapor
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| The title hum of fondness like a spike-wave oscillator
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| The rabid UV grin that beckons me into approaching
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| Grasping as it recedes into space
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| Who greets me first when I arise
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| Who breaking into my half shut eyes
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| It’s in the blaze of your embrace where I feel more real and alive
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| The bosom of 1000 watts into my skin into my guts
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| Running circles so proud until he got caught
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| In his brief emancipation he can feel what I cannot
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| There’s a patch of light that hits the floor I’ll often occupy
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| Stretch my arms and legs and close my eyes
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| I now can hear my pulse alone, this manic pace I cannot slow
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| I do not miss the child you stole
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| Frying and abiding, I’m in your control
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| Like a sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sunbathing animal
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| A sun |