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Ty
Poems
Apr 2017
He
My heart is a cavern
Much like those you find
In the depths of the earth
It grasps
Like a toddler
For foreign objects
That have no worth
And yet
I cannot reach
The poison he
Has slipped me
Under the covers
Through the bed sheets
Like the secrets
Murmured through
My bedroom door
As I lay on the floor
Begging him for more
The words come to an end
Final, before he ran
And I was never to see him again
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