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Inbox (Free verse) by Roisin
I want to sit there in your inbox Void, empty and anonymous- unexplained a splinter that you can’t remove A mystery that you did not solve A wound which keeps on growing The self- destruct button waiting to be pressed The source of every one of your woes The cause of your decline And mine. A plug in the tub of your sorrow.

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