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you ask me to spill this ink
pour it onto your page in waves
we enter a covenant — and I drip liquid gold that flows straight to your plate
yet you refuse your duty in this humble exchange
reciprocal respect of me and what I create
instead, you turn and ghost and never compensate
you set me on fire with untamed rage
but I do not burn myself with your flames
no, I burn the bridges that lit your path my way
at the right time — you’ll read my words lighting up another page
witness the dreamer live dreams whilst she’s wide awake
and you might burn inside with toxic hate
but, you’ll put some goddam respect on my name and the exchange
