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dulcedemonStraps, knots, and clasps...
Though I'm bound,
I'm not obliged.
The hand that guides is the hand that reins.
(Reigns?)
Push me deeper.
Let the waves pull me under.
Strike a rhythm that breathes from the root.
Split me with sound.
Split me with light.
Split me with your third leg.
When I bow from pleasure
or bend from pain,
it looks the same,
but what a noise!
