it's a small
room, this love.
this infatuation
that has
bent me over and
made me weep.
very little light
gets in, or out.
i built it that
way, but the
door is there,
i hold the single
key in my heart,
all i need to
do is stop, let
her go, and leave.
but i'm holding
out for a
different ending
despite everything.
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