Captured

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I race for the end as it circles around my feet

forming silver cuffs

to capture my feet

 

How long can you stay

imprisoned by four walls

before your bones become the bars

and you claw at your own skin

 

Nature never did

hate the heart who loved her the most

and yet I choose the corner

the cuffs

and the floor

 

 

 

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