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i love the red string theory. rather than tying to the ankles or pinkies, i imagine it to the lungs, suffocating someone.

Directed by the steps of others
  My winded chest
  My sore knees
Decreasing sunlight
  All around begins to dull
  But a single far glow
Down concrete lines
  Scattered whispers
  Wanting shouts
Dispersing to reveal it
  A walk of silence
  Or so it seems
Depicting all my fears
  A torn left lung
  Knotted by a red string
Distressed fabrics
  Black fringe falling 
  Showing all uncouth 
Depicting all I want
  Skin brought bare
  To reveal the string
Dispersing feelings
  Flying out of my mouth
  Shut by a lack of breath
Down in my throat
  Blocked by a red knot
  Being untangled effortlessly
Decreasing the length 
  Of a breath
  Of the string
Directed by a pair of hands
  Plugging my chest
  Holding me upright. 

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