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Mar 2012
I've captured too many words for you
Grasping them from thin air
To place them on your dry lips
(Your silence is no longer my refuge
And I shall be your author no more)

I've swung this axe enough
Trying to break the ice that
You've deemed your shield
(Your ambivalence is no longer my muse
And I shall be your sculptor no more)

I've held you too tight
Tried sewing your wounds
And drew back ****** fingers
(Your fear is no longer my life passion
And I shall be your nurse no more)

And so, you've humbled me enough
I can now accept defeat
And leave you to your ego
(Your heart is no longer my obsession
And I will be your lover no more.)
Written by
Mato Myers
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