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Parasites

Here's to faces lost and found, before I learned to hit the ground

that's where we met, did you forget?
Between a rock and a hard place.
Ah, the sweetness of romance, I remember the taste.

 I've just now seen the ropes and chains

you've bounded here and there with reigns,

fully attached at bone and joint and nerve

and wrapped around my every curve.

 You pull and yank and whip and jerk

to correct and fix my every quirk.
I will not succumb to every whim,
no matter how you contort each limb.

You've dragged me so far to reach the top,

if but to watch me fade as I fall.
And yet I wonder how you cannot recall
all that I gave for you to grow
You must have known.
Surely, you know.