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We should break this

You turtle further into your home. Your shell does little to loosen your chains. Our cascade of words pushes you toward a rock. I want your shell broken, but I want not to break your skin. I realize I am nothing more than a blind guy and you, my seeing eye beaming ray of sunshine. It’s not a rock, you tell me it’s part of your routine, as my tears turtle me further into my tomb.

We should break this

You turtle further into your home. Your shell does little to loosen your chains. Our cascade of words pushes you toward a rock. I want...