Twelve thirty of the eight of four

Forgive me for setting strings around your ribcage

I can no longer hold your bones for the reason that you set me on fire

while you break and turn into ash.

I’d rather just tie myself in you

neither too close to do damage

nor too far to let go and lose you.

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