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He bends me like a coat hanger

Twisted into what fits him most

Shaped to match whatever he is trying to unlock

Or scrape out by the root

Tumbling out of bed with him

Like I washed up on the beach after a hurricane

All my pages are soggy and out of order

I don't make sense any more

My plot is unraveled

And all I get is that thrill

Of seeing myself broken in a heap on the floor

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