statue of my adherence won’t you love me like you will
monument the things inside me that I’ll never kill
take me with you to bed like you might do a sleeping pill
use me for my words and then dispose of me until
but take me back
object of my grace rearranging where I go
rid me of my barriers for what you’ll tell I’ll show
be careful with my vices, I’m pretty sure they’re all I know
harbinger of sameness I’m waiting for a change in tone
piece me back together so you can render me innate
and with that declaration for personhood I’ll wait
you’ll grieve me into being, right on time i’m never late
and I’ll take all this back before you’re forced to grab the bait
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