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I am not adornments

Joined on new walls

I am torn muscle

I am budding bruise

The good pain

While the deeper hurt

Are these truths

I am not a bridge

No I am not two ends

Not two ends that meet to make one

I am white water

I am awe at all angles

oh, I am not held hands

I’m not making plans

No, I’m not your man

I’m a goddamn conduit

Girl, I’m piss and vinegar

I am white water

I am awe at all angles

Awe at all angles

Courting over dinner

And a bottle of wine

I said “You look real pretty

And your haircut’s nice”

For christ’s sake

This is not living

It's killing time

My body’s in the cage

But I’m in the sky