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That boy from borders
A spool of thread in your
unwitting, careless hands,
I can't break free
from your grasp
and you don't even know
you have me
so solidly in the palm of your hand
and how could you know
when I hide myself from you
for someone else who may deserve you more
but here I am, if you can peer into my heart
of hearts,
all you'll see is your face, your eyes
they shine out from deep within
and I feel like the hours before I see you are
hurdles I must get over,
and the hours after I see you are just hours that
must pass till I may see you again,
but I'm trying so hard to avoid you,
I can't bear being near you,
when I know I can't be with you,
can't try,
but this is what I chose for myself
and so I shall remain a spool in your unwitting,
careless hands, till the day this...
feeling passes.
