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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