Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me
Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw
You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me
Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw
You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done
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