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In the parts of me that I dwell

and the pieces 

which are now yours to keep,

I seldom see myself in doubt

running to hide

behind empty glassy tears,

but my fears well up again

for I’m just an

unsettling love-letter, stripped down,

and even while I'm loving you 'forever'

I’m making the

mistake of clenching you too firm-

will,

will this 

make you go back home?