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I bite my lip
Where your sentences begin to linger
I hold my breath
Where meaning turns to pressure
I still myself
Where your words arrive too close
I forget
Where I end and they impose

It is not fire
It is something quieter
It is not heat
But a learned kind of tremor
A small surrender
At the edge of sound
A place my body
Keeps circling around

I bite my lip
Not to stop the feeling
But to contain it
Where it starts revealing
And every word you leave
Between the lines you say
Becomes the reason
My control slips away

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