Hand in hand enjoying each other's company
Everyone had their tell their special identity
the air would pop with uncertainty
And you were not you suddenly
I was not me and none of my desires existed anymore
Instead of breaking, palms gripped despite sweat pouring
Insisting and tightening like vice grips that bite and gnaw
This world stole our roles and left us mirrorless boards
Pathetic arguments grew out of our mouths
we were private yet we spoke as crowds
Gratitude that fed us on quiet evenings
replaced by lack and sullen severings
Faith was eroded, identity mutated
My physical form, both shrunk and inflated
Skin paled and tanned, heart loved and hated
Only hunger reigns, impossible to be satiated
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