where do my loyalties lie?
i buried them in your chest
with my confessions,
wound them tight around
your spine with fishing line.
i covered the walls of
your veins and arteries
in unsung harmonies
and ink punched your skin
so on nights when you
pull inward and begin to
pick yourself apart
like you're looking
for a set of lost keys,
all you'll find is me.
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