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I'll hold the hand that holds me back.

Flog my back, hear the whip crack,
then snap back to visions of lilacs turned black,
memories of sipped cognac and trapped tactics gone bad.
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I'll hold your hand as you stab my back,
I'll lean into your attack.
As I learn to step back, react,
and maybe even adapt,
but only long after the fact.

I'll hold your hand as you hold me back,
entrap my heart, scrap it and let it crack.

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