You've intercepted these words,
Stolen and locked away
Until you're out of my sight
And I stop defending myself
They will not escape silently,
But will burst forth
Like a cerebral orgasm,
Leaving me spent and confused
Frustrated that you're
Not here now
And when you come,
They once again shy away,
Shackled by your presence
Imprisoned deep in the
Recesses of my being
It has become an eternal
Game of Hide And Seek,
You and my words,
O, Paper.
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