Poem.
I am a prisoner
Tortured every day
To confess my feelings
Crushed by warm arms
By eyes stared
And every day
the same seat
the same hunger
the same sweet
the same network
Hold me at the helm
This foolish love
That made me weak
But attached to the port
Always tried to anchor
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