There is one person
That always has my number
She has never encumbered
It feels so isolating
I am just as guilty
For participating
It begins
The sensation and feeling spins
As I allow her to win
The complete takeover
Swallows me whole
As I navigate
While losing all control
As the screeching
Of her voice
Send tingles up my skin
It’s the battle I never win
Yet the one game
I always fall in
Just when I think
I’ve learned all its ways
The trigger tags me
And begs me to play
Just when I think
I might have won
The trigger
Reminds me
It’s never done
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Misha Kelly
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