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He moves fast as a whip, she said
Which means that he avoids conflict
And barbs
And quiet walks in the square
Where people can see him
But somehow, he moves through the world
Without fear
His hesitation is his savior
And his countenance his shield
He doesn’t remember the last time he loved
That’s a whole lot better than me
I remember how the sun shone on my face
I move slowly through the universe
I don’t want to be seen
Because they might find out who I am
Deep down
Where the whip lands
And never stops flailing
I never stop flailing
I never stop wanting
I did for a while once
With her
But then I was whipped away
Too painful
Too sharp
Too fast