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May 2015
When I was younger I thought
These bars, they keep out something fearful.
What lurks out there?

Now I'm older and I know
They're to keep the monsters inside, this side.
I'm trapped, held in.

I was born and I will die
In this red bricked prison.
Dungeon/Playground
the Sandman
Written by
the Sandman  clouds&bubbles in my head
(clouds&bubbles in my head)   
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