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Chains

Words drip from your mouth.
The sweet sounds
surround.
And blind me from your poison.
 
These chains wrap around,
Circle my heart,
Pull me to the ground.
And begin to tear apart
My resolve
 
Overused phrases,
Tired words,
Used so many times before.
Just one more?
 
Your lips make chains
You play these games
and never lose.

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