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Stick Of Indifference

First you ensnare me with your beauty, then you torment me... Giving me the tiniest piece of what I want only to snatch it away and poke me with a great big stick of indifference. 

If you set me free, I shall be limping and broken for eternity. Can you not find the compassion in your heart to open the trap and make me your own?

(Just found this again but I wrote it a while ago.  It's kinda prose, I suppose...  Who knows?)

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