Imagine me as prison,
could you hear me knock your door?
My arm cannot reach that far
but you saw me naked in a dream;
was it my dream, or yours?
Do not contemplate me,
do not complement me,
I will not take both
(I will take neither)
and burn you like a moth in my lampshade.
Take heed, take shade,
stab me with your spade, woman,
shape me with what you made.
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