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Caged

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Confined behind my iron door
A cell kept locked for evermore
I hold the key, day after day
But here I stay and fade away.

My windows let the light shine through
But such a view would be taboo
So I have pulled the curtains closed
And smile while I decompose.

My walls are made of crumbling stone
They talk to me, I’m not alone
I stay in here and have no fear
Knowing that my end is near.
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