Fork shaking to meet the toaster for their final
Tongue droolled for a pencil tip
Knife fisted for a pain bleeding
Chain sitting so far from neck
Couples I wish to see, but at the risk of my own life.
Do I really value that life so dear?
Would I want to be the one to stop, to resist?
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes my brain thinks of these pairings and I don't know if I really don't want them to be together.
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Comments1
i dont know what this is.All i know is that it is not poetry
It's called emotion, sorry if you can't process that
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