your intention comes for me
I don’t know how to react
I fold and unfold
ripped, torn are these pieces
barely moving
barely breathing
my defenses are cut short
would I want to break free
or whisper my breathing
lost, misplaced, out of line
I’ve no solution
doubt digests me
somebody talk to me
please
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