feelings published
in its most intimate manner
like a wild game you wish to play
for recreation
a face, an expression so familiar
screenshot and framed
marked as a victory
this is how you wish it would take place
your craft of catch and release
the last words you leave were merely traces
traces you manage to quench
senses on what you could fish from the good game
perhaps my intent of reciprocation
will always be listed on page 1
before any spark was created
my gift has been always yours to take
even before you started luring
perhaps this too, is a goodbye I seek
as you kept and display this story once told
an adornment of your public persona
the least you can do was to keep me well groomed for
this exhibition of success
in your game room
as my pretty head stood by grace
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