When I’m high above linoleum
And you talk
I never hear what you speak
But I always remember what you spoke
Still focused on the branches from that previous point
Until they wrap me up
Crossed in a silk spider knot
Sticking to my in sides
And when I cannot be silent
For another second,
I notice that you have turned away
On a subject that does not relate
To the way you made me feel
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