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I'm not in prison but I'm a prisoner of affection and I have everything I want but i have none of it on me cover me with faith in a shroud of shame I

An artery of held back emotions has burst The thread of this fabric has lost its wax And I've become unglued, there's nothing I can do to make a fist

this last drop of hate has flowered into a certain beauty of it's own. I nuture it i feed it and i watch with pride as it takes root and thrives. this