at arm’s length

At arm’s length is where I’ll keep you

perhaps there in that blue chair

your dagger and your ice pick will lay upon the floor

your sweetness and your pity

have worked on me before

at arm’s length is where I’ll keep you

until I  sneak out of the door.

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