Prisoner
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Do you still remember me, she asked
and tried with her eyes to meet his gaze
But he was looking for a window
to see outside, as far as possible
She never understood how her body
a living cell was for him
her long, so much bright, hair
bars that hold him detained
her eyes, with all their colours
locks that without a key
that couldn't break,
her arms and her legs,
weapons of a cruel torturer
If he remembered her, she asked
How can someone forget
his own prison?
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