Methods

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Always, when the desire caught me you held me firm, strong

Anchoring me with your eyes, and the rhythms in your song.

Locking me in those closets, you forced me to stay awake.

Desperate to keep me in this world, eyes open, for my sake.

When the tremors took me away on waves of desire,

You embraced me in your arms and ignited new fire.

Yet, when I threw back the insults, pressed at walls so thin,

You let me slip from your grasp, you knew I'd return again.

Your methods inspired my madness, led back to my dreams.

I pray this addiction will be sewed away at the seams

But until then starlight, listen silently to my cries

And remind yourself that it would break me to hear goodbye.

Chaos, echoes, silence, lead to the very simple grace

That you instilled in me with one look upon your sweet face.

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