I Need Some Fresh Air

What more do you want from me?
Scream
Why must I touch your arm so softly?
Let me run away
So fast
Without your furrowed brow behind me
Questioning
Watching
Wanting
Wanting
Wanting

What's real?
I've lost track
Is that your voice?
I'll attack
Say something real
How you feel
How I look
Who you've shook

Don't pour syrup on it.
It grosses me out.

The End

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