Stockholm Syndrome 


Last night 
My Muse
Came to me
Took my diary
From my hands
Flipped through its pages
Opened his favourite poem
Created a cage
Out of it
Stepped inside
&
Locked himself

Now,
What should a Poetess do? 

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