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Aug 2017
The monster seethes,
with pure rage,
twisting steel,
for my cage.

Lips parted,
a show of teeth,
rough and jagged,
like a coral reef.

I grin at him,
and give in,
to his love,
original sin.

I do this only,
to gain trust,
and to allow,
for bars to rust.

Sleeping now,
the monster lays,
loosened bars,
from their stays.

Squeezing through,
I will betray,
the trust I earned,
and slip away.

I run and run,
and I'm free,
emotions high,
it is jubilee.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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