in mirrors and photos
your image, bound
in mind and body
your heart, chained
I really thought I had the key
I would have loved, no I did love
what you fear and keep bound inside
I wanted a photo of us smiling
in colour, full of life
free from black and white
where you are chained in shadows of grey
although a fitting punishment
for crushing our infinite futures
into a senseless act of terror and pain
I'll never see you in ruddy red, in blue
so who's being punished, then?
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