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Still
like the wings of the moth
betrayed by his intricate web
My lips crack
as he sews threads
entangles them in my teeth
All the way to the insides
of my head
you keep my hands locked
inside your watering eyes
I see her in the blacks of
those wide blues
And I vomit all respect
(what little I had for myself)
through those many
threads