Waylaid by the hand that leads.
Scale the heights of intimacy.
one intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
deflect (all) contests.
One intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
Mock me – I'm convulsing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
it magnifies the dross.
A grip enforced – barely healing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
then lick my wounds.
Struggle spent, I concede defeat.
who heaved the leash.
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