Poetry.
I’m the spinnning tiger in your forgotten dreams.
I’m the silver rope in your veins.
I’ll take you and I’ll take.
I’m the dancing wrists at your weeding.
I’m the typewriter your attorney was raised with.
I’m the spinning tiger anywhere you’ll never go.
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