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You are trapped
inside me,
my ribcage
making a prison
around your image.
You denizen
of my head,
why do you eat away
at your only way
to survive?
How can your touch
be acid
when it once was
I feel your fingers
around the bars
begging to get out,
shaking the metal,
rattling your pen.
But I hold the key
to escape
but I am as trapped
as you are,
my love,
because I can’t stop
this reminiscing
while you can’t stop
pushing delete.


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