There were wounds that were licked and healed.
there were words that healed and licked
there were exchanges that lived a life on their own
they never had to end
they never had to go
i was always there
i was always here
i was only sitting still
and then one day a a golden cage came
and captured me
though the words where there
and the life they lived were free
they didn't pursue
they wouldn't come to capture me
so then they disappeared
the words dove into a black hole of their own
existing there and waiting like a porch dog does
it's wasn't my choice
it wasn't part of the poem
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