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defining denies you from me

your want to pin my pressure

is a will to waltz on walls with me

will i let you

i don't know

pressure me

a response

has how many meanings

pressured me contains so much

does that sound right

an unstable makeup of matters

is always charging at me

rather in me

what type of charge are you

or will be

definition one or two

take

one

take me

in a limiting way

you'd pay to charge me

i cannot be definite

i am pretty

sure

positivity

cannot plead me to be pleased

transmute

two

repelling forces

pull us together

creating tension

and force enforcing

forcing me

to face you

and make me want

the worst


is a will to place pressure on walls with me

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