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My keeper

He gets impassive, choked out,

When I ask him to leave me and go.

How can I even tell him, not to get close,

He is really into me if I ask him to vacate,

he’ll be shattered and broke.

In the green marbles in the wooden blocks,

He keeps me in his shelf,

hidden and unnoticed by anyone.

Sometimes, he gets drunk and makes fun of the way I laugh,

Tell me what I mean to him,

Showing all the roses in his yard.

Why does it make me so sad,

Why he has those eyes of the jewel,

Unfortunately, I am lonely and would make mistakes,

I’ll be his forever, eternally I’ll stay.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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