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Dec 2015
I've not been outside for 100 days.
100 days of self imprisonment,
like a bird in a cage, though the bird was forced,
I have sentenced myself.
I try to go out but the outside wins,
it whispers warnings on the wind, it rustles its rudeness in the trees leaves, it sends a crow to caw, telling me to close the door and stay in.
Copyright © JLB
05/12/2015
14:34 GMT
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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