From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Monday, September 27, 2010
Decoy.
I guess you took my mind away for a while,
smothered it with kindness,
made me feel alive.
But it's not you I want.
You're simply a pain relief.
Like a lolly for a sore throat.
I don't
want
you.
I just enjoy having you.
My little decoy.
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