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Jun 2018
I've been climbing the walls
Of this windowless house
Searching for tinder
To burn my way out
There's no room to breath
Even less room for doubt
I've blocked all my egress
I pine for a route

A castle of soot
I've built on my own
As loves turned to ash
To embroider my thrown
Written by
Matt Winther  27/M
(27/M)   
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   Mike Groves
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