She said.

Pull your fingers as their wrapped up in my head of hair,

Pull me closer with your whispering tongue,

Listen for the sound of my submission,

As you tie me by my wrists are we not one?

Tell me the tale of each stranded thought,

Tell me of the train rails that run to roots,

Tell me what you want or have it torn from you,

I’m only taking the tease you tell of truth.

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