You grab a hold of me
And you don’t let go
No matter how much I ignore you
Or fight with you
You ravage me
You won’t stop
And you keep moving and moving
I can’t catch you
I can’t find you
I think I lose you
But you keep moving on
Without me
And your shifting hands
Close ’round my throat
But then you tick onward
And I’ve lost you again.

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