captive
She lays captiveon her bed of nails
she built it for herself
her youth has been drained
her soul dinished
she crys out
everyone can hear
but nobody listens
will she plan her escape???
captive
She lays captivePoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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