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Beaten By The Game

You’re choking me,

My screams muffled

By your pillow which smothers

The sound of the rain on

Tin roofs as well.



With nothing left to grasp

I lose control

I’ll be suppressed

As I’m suffocated,

I’m ashamed



Once consciousness is gained,

Once these breaths can draw more

Air than the shallow ones still

Cornered in rooms which you lay,

I will be at liberty to walk



Don’t let me go of

These restraints

‘Till you know for sure it’s

What’s desired.

I’ll hang on till scars

Waste away

I won’t forget it’s

Your love that

Did this to me.



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