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Dec 2019
you don’t need me
to set yourself free
you just gotta cut
the cord that’s been giving you

rope burns for so long
by tugging and wringing
your body against all these things
that’d been holding you back

and you’ve put everyone
under attack for your prison
except you are the warden
so you hold the key

and only you can unlock
the steely bars
which are narrow slits
that you see the world from

and you lose your grip
because you’re so scared
that this has become
your home

and you know what they say
that a man’s home is his prison
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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