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Dec 2015
Here I lay trapped,
Left here bound.
To that which I have clasped,
Until I am unwound.

Its intentions are not as pure,
It remains shrouded in deceit.
For this there is a cure,
If only our blindness we defeat.

This devil has us,
Locked within his hells.
Sad and lorn we stay so anxious,
Moved only by hourly bells.
Written by
Holden Feldbauer  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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