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Aug 2010
A man, burdened with
a stalled existence,
finds himself reeling
in both comfort and agony.

By day, he wears a mask,
evenings are spent
slamming his head
against the wall.

What is there left
for him to do?
All out of options,
he encases himself.
© Kayleigh Redwine August 2nd, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine
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