Twisting and turning

like a feather in the wind

in the palm of my hand

no escape

Manipulated and broken

as if clay

under my fingers

without a voice

Someday never comes

unable to get away

trapped inside


Wishing for tomorrow

nothing left now

as I burn the heart

out of you today

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