Stockholm Syndrome

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I tried to plead through prepositions,

Only to be pounced upon for interjecting an interjection.

My timing and selection were totally wrong,

For a singular abduction metamorphosed into legends of paraphrased plurals.

I knew I was in trouble,

Being inflected by inflections, adapting to the next selection of torture.

There was an etymology of comparatives,

Reminiscent of a time when I cross-referenced survival.

I contemplated my fate,

And breathed new air, as Stockholm syndrome set in.

Being kidnapped by a poem produced an unexpected result,

I became a poet.

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