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With your hand in mine,
The others tell me they need you to keep the rest at bay,
Yelling sadness disagreement.
Pulling you into me, into body, the others will think you're afraid.
You are sustenance,
But my companion.
So I walk alone,
Complaining doesn't make good conversation.
Giving you up I drown in eye water as you are taken away,
Hiding the fact that I'm breaking apart inside.
You are sustenance,
But my companion.
So I walk alone,
Complaining doesn't make good conversation.
Sitting at the social event,
I devour more of you because I know thats what you want.
Your head on a plate, eyes cold in sleep.
You taste like dreams.
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