Though the guards stand tall
You seep into my walls like toxic molasses
Oozing into my veins
You figure me out
You flip my pages
You feed my mental
You revel in my tastes
You make my insides dance like anxious artists before the debut.
Though my strings are tied,
You seize the knife and slash the bonds
Freeing me.
I fall
And fall
And fall
For you.

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