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Prisoner
She cannot escape him
A prisoner of his image; burned into her mind
She cannot escape him
So tight he has her in his grip
She cannot escape
His claws dig
Like nails riveted to her bones
Shattered immaculate soul
He picked up the pieces
Made her whole again
Her sunshine, her angel
When she cried
He was her shoulder to lean on
And when he died
His effigy drags her down too© 2006 Eugene Aarons-Cooke
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