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Not Exactly Monopoly

Games.
That's all you play,
only in my head
instead of on a board.

Circles.
That's the only places we go,
around and around
like a record stuck on repeat.

Nothing.
That's all I have to say to you,
my words float though your ears
unheard and meaningless.

Pain.
That's all you cause me,
I rip myself open for you
and you just watch me bleed.



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