Your answers are quicksand
Your reasoning is quicksand
Your comments are quicksand
My hope is quicksand
Your charm is quicksand
Our love is quicksand
I am trapped in quicksand
If I move I shall die
My heart is in your mouth
You chew slowly
You are not hungry
Indifferent to the flavor
You swallow my heart
The world is quicksand
I dance in quicksand
My feet do not move
I sink slowly
My heart is gone
There is no rhythm
My soul becomes billions
Round grains of quicksand
Rolling smoothly into
My lungs
My sinuses
Filling the cavity
Where my heart once lived
Knowledge of quicksand
Consumes me
More intimate than life
Quicksand has entered me



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