that was then this is now_that was never
it's choking it's choking it's convulsing
pick pieces out of your hair try to wipe away the smudges on your face
walk down the aisle avoiding the conspiring toes reaching out to trip you
faces eagerly await your downfall
don't fall down
I kiss your neck and it's feverish searing my lips as they linger
don't lift a finger dear don't pinch the nerves to my heart
best you keep quiet and die with your secrets intact
don't break
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