These are the ties, the little twist-ties, that close me up and shut me in and keep me covered in thick black plastic. Swimming in the waste of the days and the nights, of the looks and the words, most of all my thoughts and irrationalities. Two doses of emotion and sensitivity. That's what I got, that was my lot. It's not poetry, what I feel, but I've always believed in this over rationality. That's what led to you. Three. Three times. Three people. And only one of me.
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