than the sharpened butcher knives of the store
down the street
and the tangy taste of the lemon I shouldn't
have eaten
but did. You
think you can draw out forgiveness
with your eyes, you think
you can draw out the pain
with your sighs, you think that
i'll come running back
but I won't
and I can't
talk to you because
I am afraid of
all the things i will say
and all the things i will not do
and all the things i will not do
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