clinging to the stem of my neck and the
tender, soft walls
of my mind, you’re a body in disguise,
and I want to tear the…
shadows to flesh, watch your clothes
fall to the floor
are you now as I remember you were?
Still following,
the same scent
of your thoughts,
trailing around…
like a leashed dog
biting the heels of its loyal master
for want of freedom.
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