O Pressed – Poem

You are a fictional account

groom yourself pretty

while I

D K

Only what I say

lives

Only what

say lives

Come

let me break your bones with my lips

and

D Mean you

you mean so much less than little

molecules separate

under the boot of you

and

my tendrils

manifest as walls

this

is mine

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