guys pull and tug on the knuckles of my hands and i yank them quickly .
it's second, third & fourth nature to keep diamonds in my hands .
to keep the treasure i have .
ticking time bombs crept their way into my body through lips .
inevitable lines of attachment by my hips .
love can be equated to both birth & death . . . both beyond control .
love is lace & leather . . . overwhelming to say the least .
but we crave it .
but we spend our lives looking for it .
but we lick our lips when we get a glipse of it .
blah blah blah .
i just want things frozen , preserved the way they are .
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