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I can't escape
the subtle subterfuge

that plays upon your lips;

you... constantly plying me
to encroach upon
the mantle of your
manic metaphorical existence;

me... trying to resist...
with ev'ry fiber of my being;

but in the end,
I just give in.

I follow you;
and... swallow you,

in recapitulation of
your tainted view
of how you want to feel...

me...
always willing to remain
without refrain,
if nothing else...

your last resort.

Copyright (c) ad infinitum Jeff Mason