If I think of you,
The anchor on my heart that you craft
Crash and bleed me like the dam.
I am a felon, your heart my cell.
Cheered to buzz like sex-sick-bees
And if I no more do,
I sail lost far blown like a raft
Tided in oceans of your arm
Still a felon but in hell.
Like a trapped fly never free.
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