Duel-ality

Make me.

                You’ll see.

Better than

                 what you had not fantasy

or yummy treats for Pavlov’s complacent puppy.

I will sit 

             and stay-for you-master-full.

Why-I want to make you happy-

                                                     all over

ecstatic insanity. Conversely, this is pretty

good for nothing worth trading

souls, 

          never do I say.

To be

          told you I won’t, you don’t,

I can’t help it always

feeling this way, 

                          abraded when edges

won't fit, 

                   the smooth cliff beckons

my plunge.

We were

               not trying to hold on

to each others exposed roots,

loosening further what has eroded

off the bark, 

                    exposed

sap dries the heart-

                              wood.

More about

together, alone.

We could be both those

Some days plays well

                                    w/ others &

always wins 

                     by cheating.

I let him. 

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