It all starts with a phone call From there, there is only one leap into the void I could probably go and knock on some doors and beg for a couple of minutes of small talk I can't change their mind even when they open I am crazy. I am mad. I am insane.
Weaken my knees and tell me how fascinating I am I am mad. I am deranged. I am not in my right mind.
When I talk, you want to strangle me...with a scarf? It's a tie Or, that one sob I still repress - kink shaming my troubled head, please don't don't Look me straight in the eyes and tell me - Tell me, but use your words this time
The last 3 letters of the spring 
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