September 26, 2010
Love is the ring
he put in my finger.
It binds me to his name,
Capturing me to bare
his most evil deeds.
I am forced to be
submissive to his every
wants, desires, lamentations.
No longer free to do
for my beloved self,
I lower my head
in grieving pain.

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