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Acceptance

Your name comes to my lips when I kiss and reach bliss yet you have naught to do with it This unconscious rememberance is recognition of how I hold on tight while letting go like a snake hanging head dangling down from the bough bearing it all bending from the weight of the fruit I gave too much like the branch I break like a piggy bank smashed with a hammer made of kisses the hiss All that mattered was how much you could get So tough it was to wake up The light dawning through seams sewn so carefully together and so easily unstitched when stretched It's not a glitch I come unhinged More of you falls out each time I leave more of you behind Letting in that light in his eyes shining into mine I learned to face my lies Your name comes to my lips like a proof of life We live and died once, or twice Pay the endless price to try again with a hand that holds the needle and pulls the thread requires me to remember how I bled

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