They are ropes
the lines between us
from eyes to necks
No, not like a noose
but a squarely tied
scout-knot
anchored by hope
seratonin
and orgasm
To swipe them
I choose a silver
blinding shine sword
cutting the last
and tiniest thread
of your rapunzel ladder
not with a hate motive
but because if I may
I'd like to breathe please
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Very beautiful wording
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This is lovely.
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