The Knots

You are this noise

I am your shadow

And we breathe,

I starve

For your breath

The dark web

My lips are a furnace

Knot me in your voice

Your noise

My choices

Are why I am nobody

And I am not guided.

You knot me.

I knot my fingers

In your hair

And now

All these silvery threads

              Pull me into the knots.

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