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Look closely as she cries
and spy a piece of a fly.
Within her pupil, its eye.

Brown and green and black
and, there, you see?
Reflected in it,
is me

I knew a young woman
who wallowed, will cry.
And I'm not sure why,
I am so high.
Perhaps I'll die.
 Jul 2015 Jillian Ross
Doofinity
Dearest Kidnapper-
      You broke in, took my soul captive, and stole my heart, destroyed my fear and inhibitions.
      I should feel need for escape, recovery and rebuild my defenses...Yet here I am, with no will to run.
     Quite frankly you are the poorest excuse for a criminal. Actually you have been more than wonderful, doing nothing but filling me with your own heart, warming me with your soul, singing your sweet poetry to occupy my mind, and ensuring I'm not without affections.
     I think authorities were notified, but I've seen no sign of them finding us, as you've tucked us away so well in your secret lair.
I realize now, I shall never leave, let alone find my way out even if you released me.
     You may keep my heart, for I have yours. I promise to take gentle care of your soul, as you have nourished mine.
      Any ransom you may have thought to ask for should be considered paid in full.
Though I think I have fallen ill with a condition...
Is it so strange I tell you I love you?
Eternal regards,
Willing Hostage

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