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Little Miss Giving

Death is not an option
 like it was when I was young,
But that old familiar noose
 still ties a knot around my tongue.
Strangling the letters
 to all the words I wish to speak,
So I’ll hide these seeds of reason
 within a kiss upon your cheek.
In hopes that it will bloom
 into the dream we had before,
You said you were crazy then,
 but sweetheart, that’s what love is for.
I’m tied by a billion vines in your mind
 to the edge of this beautiful wreck,
As your pendulum of indifference
 settles just before my neck.
Paranoia coats my search for truth
 and the daemons in your head,
Oh how I wish you would kill them all
 and just come back to bed.

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