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"untitled"
by theusedpoet (2005-02-21.00) |
she looks around this room.
she's trapped.
the door locked frum the inside out...
kinda reminds her of her soul.
kind of reminds her of you.
she doesn't deserve your love,
your attention,
the detail and energy you exert in twisting that knife.
the blade will never be clean-
stop trying.
she's kneeling at your feet,
blinding laughing at your joy-
hoping for sum part of it
surprise, there is none
and you step over her.
gently close the door and slam her soul against the floor.
the clean floor,
bathed in her tears-
covered in her blood,
a waste of breathe. a waste of time.
and as she stares at these walls that contain her,
her every thought is of you.
her every thought is for you.
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