I got very good at gritting my teeth,
it was easy
expected even,
under circumstances such as these
Who's to say?
You, they said,
You are to have the last say
if and when you want it,
especially under these pretenses
And if I told you I wanted it,
wanted it so badly that I could taste it,
you would tell me that I had only four senses long and long ago
this was difficult,
heartbreaking even,
in times like these
So I pushed down harder on my teeth,
and I grinned and bore it
and bored all of you in the interim,
what with my fiendish ways,
unwilling to make myself your proxy,
unwilling to climb the trenches in the name of nostalgia
but all of this was very simple,
elementary even,
in this story, in this allegory of ours
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