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theres a fly and hes cornering me
a folded page between fingers is aching to speak to him
my hand trembles and im listening to his dull drone
a hypnotizing agony
he understands the uselessness of my fight
cornered against hope and rights
he cant listen to the way i hope
if i move he wont get close
continual buzz buzz buzzing
drowning the peace 
its annoying