Resist
Pulled under your jumper
As your heart pounded
louder, still.
Salt sucks in water,
Like so many before her.
Leaving spaces behind her,
Space to the misguiders.
To weave a wonky tune,
In the margins, the outblown.
A seduction so rare,
Silken shades and despair.
acquiesce, now:
Or leave it there.
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