can't hold myself within myself
my sense of being transcends my body
and if i can't touch without it
i would rather not feel your touch
my skin is breathing thin
for the air around me is thick
and it spins surrounding me
it keeps me safe but keeps you far
i'm a creature of desire
held back by my demise
and framed in front of both my eyes
you're a creature of disguise
a projection
call me a sicko
but to me you're love
because for me
to love
means to hide
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