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Feb 2015
terrified, lost,
that's what they said to me,
not worth the cost,
that's what they thought of me,
painfully alone,
or so i had thought i’d be,
broken, on my own,
or so it had seemed i’d be,

behind closed doors,
that's where they kept him,
in other words,
tore, broke and bruised him,
or at least,
that is what he told me,
of the beasts,
that maimed, prodded, shattered me,

together stronger,
that’s what we could be,
unbroken longer,
not broken as all hell could be,
finally unalone,
that is how it felt with him,
finally at home,
i know that i love him.
the capitalization is an artistic choice that i have made, capital letters did not suit the poem.
simon
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simon  Massachusetts, USA
(Massachusetts, USA)   
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