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May 2016
This self-imposed prison in which I dwell
Has become my own personal hell
Why I don’t leave I don’t quite know why
I’m no more chained down than birds that fly
Outside my window I sit and stare
Unbound and unchained to this armchair
Lacking of strength and absent of will
I can’t take my gaze off that windowsill
All but my mind sits perfectly still
Priam Smith
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Priam Smith  Canada
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