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These four walls
Ever still am I
Where freedom swells, breaks and lies
Lost in a room of my own making
My frantic mind unabaiting
The key holder to a door with no lock
This time it is I who is out of luck
Thoughts sway and dwell upon the question
Staring at the whitewash in my mission
Could hell really be so pale?
The body and mind eager-eyed in a chess match
Sweating as the need...
Tuesday 11th March 2025 10:32 am
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