i whisper into the night--
swallow me whole;
let me not see the sun
before you strap me down
and give me what is mine.
but alas, you are not the form
that charges over me.
still, i am enveloped in your world.
your spells transform amorphic dreams
into words known only by my pen
and only by my paper.

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