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[ NaPo 2017 ] Turrets Syndrome
Lie back on the leather couch
while I listen to the sound of
your guts spilling out
messy innards of a claustrophobic
life not being lived up to its potential
on the inside looking out
from a towering monument
to Insecurity's stronghold over
the most innocuous of daily decisions
reinforcing imprisonment within
a physicality of unfortunate events
The more unraveled bowel
the more intestinal fortitude
can be mustered as rope
to be utilized in repelling
down from the turret
Without hair like Rapunzel
this will have to do
if you want to escape!
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