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Dec 2018
I'm contained
TRAPPED
In a small
glass box
SCREAMING
for help
seeking my
VOICE
to be heard

FIRE
burns
PASSION
awaits
there's nothing,
I'm being held

I break through
Now I'm on plan
VIEW
I see all the boxes around
ME,
****
there's nothing I can do.

HELP,
smoke comes my way,
SLEEP
tomorrow will be brand new,
maybe a circle will come through.
Paola Bodano
Written by
Paola Bodano  21/F/NYC
(21/F/NYC)   
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