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Numb

Trapped in an industrial freezer

the shelves announce no room for me here.

As the walls start to cave in,

the fear and numbness begin.

Crys only heard among these four walls

searching for escape before the night falls.

Piles of ice scrape to the floor 

no longer the nails that have been there before

banged and bruised, knees ever so sore.

Soles that I walk, no longer bar...

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