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so it happens 
again 
in the dark 
when the hands are Touching, Grabbing, Choosing, 
me 

I'm wearing my consent 
nicely wrapped ready to reopen 
I didn't choose you 
I chose the night 
and you chose me 

can't find the tools to define 
me 
the rules are bending and breaking 
burning 

in the fire, I see you 
a question mark 
the next in line 
the unknown intentions

 

my death

my savior

my one and only answer 

You, have my consent 
You, always do

This poem is about: 
Me
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