Got an itch I've been taught not to scratch,
got half a mind to find out why
You tell my head to not get too attached,
I tie my wings, you dare me to fly
The words linger on a passionate tongue,
begging indifferent lips to part
An altar for the muttered, half-spoken, and unsung,
a hazy-eyed vigil for the coward's heartSuckin' on your mothers
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