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Collaboration Launch
I'd really love to collaborate with someone. I wrote this and stuck, so consider it a launch if you'd like to.
Here I am. And here is my heart, once again. Carved and served to the first one who just began to give a damn. But perhaps not enough of a damn to justify such a dis-heartening. And here I am. With all these little strings and things I've concocted to tie you to me. These little malfunctioning manipulations whose stings I tried to hide behind the lids of your eyes, within the marrow of your bones, beneath the inner lining of your skin, among the synapses of your psyche and pass them off as innocent love-pokes and pinches; all the while waiting for the seeds I've sown, waiting until they've grown into full-on dependence. But it seems the seedlings that were meant to be sewn into your heart have blown back upon my own and stitched their way through my veins and only seem to tie me tighter to you.
Here I am. And here is my heart, once again. Carved and served to the first one who just began to give a damn. But perhaps not enough of a damn to justify such a dis-heartening. And here I am. With all these little strings and things I've concocted to tie you to me. These little malfunctioning manipulations whose stings I tried to hide behind the lids of your eyes, within the marrow of your bones, beneath the inner lining of your skin, among the synapses of your psyche and pass them off as innocent love-pokes and pinches; all the while waiting for the seeds I've sown, waiting until they've grown into full-on dependence. But it seems the seedlings that were meant to be sewn into your heart have blown back upon my own and stitched their way through my veins and only seem to tie me tighter to you.
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