piece (n).

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Some days I think of unteathering you from me, leaving you so I can let myself be,
And then I start to realize that you are not a knot so much as a hinge,
Not a yolk so much as a layer of skin,
Not a barrier so much as an ocean - free,
Not a question so much as every single word I've ever learned.
There is no ridding me of you, you are just here, and have always been.