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Lost in the scansion of a cool iron box I struggle for air from the confines of metal that blocks all fresh of life from the cage Bound in gagged suffocated reflexes I utter muffled screams of my nights spent in lost days Held in suspended motion, mid-flight to a descent I train myself, my senses already know what comes next meanwhile the art of stillness, in vivid stasis I contemplate.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
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