There are two of us talking in circles
and one of us who wants to leave
in a world created for only us
an empty cage that has no key
don't you know we're working with flesh and blood
carving out of jealousy
Crawling into each other it's smothering
every little part of me
What kind of love is this that keeps me
hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me
world
working
which
watching
wants
wanton
window
talking
sister
others
mother
doing
crawling
smothering
offered
loosing
created
coming
despite
blood
other
circles
shining
everything
brother
there
carving
empty
hanging
jealousy
keeps
every
unhappy
discovery
flesh
intensity
identity
leave
people
misery
little
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