Chest Cavity V 2
Press into me-
With all of your form swallowed whole as I press from my knees,
Shake me...
My sense of free-
Is pulled from the flesh: stretch the root to my chest as you run,
Through me...
To recombine,
Leave your mark and I'll promise to take all of these...
Senses you rise,
Into woe shared with others who can't be...
Deep as I've seen
Such a truth that your presence impressed into me
Speak not to me,
For your purpose is my secret, abhorred.
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