you turn my hands into a lie detector test during an earthquake while it is saying your whole being is utterly untruthful
my emotions are on puppet strings and you can pull them around with your face muscles without even saying a thing
you loved equally as much that you could make me tremble as feel better
calm, steady, and deliberate, when all I had to do was listen
if I knew the right thing to say I would have two years ago
when you crawled out of my throat and molded with your hands some makeshift ego
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