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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