Captive

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My soul had been in your

captivity for years;

for years it had been

yours to manipulate.

My heart had been your prisoner

for decades;

for decades it had been yours

to toy with.

  My wholesome had been there,

putty in your hand,

a prisoner behind the bars

made of fool's gold:

all shiny, only for show;


Till the day you handed me

back my missing pieces,

saying that they ain't of no

worth anymore.

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