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Twisting and turning,
Churning and Burning,
Your love is acid in my veins,
My empty heart beats out your name.

Moving gently in the dark,
Your fingers wrap around my heart,
And as you chain me to the ground,
Your links of love leave me bound.

It rushes to your touch,
As if it cannot get close enough.
Feeling forever a shadow of shame,
Reality burns me like a searing flame.

I can't let go of what I had,
And I really am quite glad,
Cause now I won't hold you back,
Like a tiny pinching rat.

So pet my hair,
And close my eyes,
And sing of broken butterflies.
Should I die before I wake?
I pray my lover, my soul to take.

-- Tessa