The Contract

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Let it all wash over you,

Take a breath of fresh air,

Then let it buffer your head

Around in the eddy of the stress

That you have brought on.

No sanctuary waits, till at last

You chip away at your burden.

The comfort of a lover’s arms

Was incomplete, and made one

Desolate in the mind.

Run, run, run from that which

You seek and repel.

This contract that binds, and frees.

To be free is agony, yet

To be within that contract,

Agony of freedom, but a laugh

In light of the torture that we call

- Love.

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Author Dedication: For mio dolce ragazzo, whom I love, still love and whose contract I am freed from, because he loved me too.