Trapped inside your letter-box
I am the half eaten moth
That would blithely share the light
And you - my nicotine filled cigarette
You take my breath away, everyday
In secret, while our shadows play
Not for love, but a silent death-
My final lover who mocks me in whispers
Not in contempt, but a painful reminder
And yet, bluntly you call me an animal
I nod sheepishly, in my stripped pajamas
Without you, only words fill up my paper cup
With you, silence shall serve the poison
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