Twist your head
Inside this box
Just so framed
To fill your
Empty heart
Bend your frame
To crowd this
Childish bed
Outgrown
In an orphan
Age
Take a load off
Unlimber
Untasked by longing
Or the comfort
Of fitting in
By forgetting
Your shape
To shift
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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