somehow you squeezed me
into this brief seventeen
I still feel complete
there are words, there is
poetry within these words
beginning and end
I called out for you
poetry, you beautiful
monster finished me
trapped within three lines
sweetened syllables must hold
hello and goodbye
here, lies a soul, stuck
between these lines: five, seven
five; my prisoner.
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