Your hands clutch around my wrist
Resisting it, loves bitter twist.
Middle-way causing offence
Tongues lashing futile defence
Holding on to dreams of 'us'
Familiar buttons light right up.
Life has scarred your heart
loves empty-hole my part.
Mind's filter program set
as shadow blocks regret.
Cold hands tight around your neck
desire to hold on, instinct to reject.
The gambler's hand's all in
to lose it all - or win.
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