Baited

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn

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