Hold.

I hope you know you look manic.
when you stare like that,
across the room;
like you're being watched.

String arms clasped, chained
around my neck, arms, shoulders,
and I grab your arm just to let you know,
that I know, that you're still here.

Plain t-shirt criminal:
stubble does not make you look tough,
and your arms are too tight.

Let go, before I do.

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!&. Mixed opinions on this.