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i can't hide a slight
grin as i watch
your desperate struggle
bare-bodied and so
trying again unsuccessfully
to escape
but when your tormentor
is inside you
when the thoughts that
make you tremble
are your own
when the hand that feeds
the mouth of sickness
is attached to your
there's not an easy passage
to take
once someone said
"where ever you go, there you are"...
so i'll gaze at
something beautiful,
and pretend i'm not me.