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The wood floor panels creak
And night covers the world like a sheet
My hands shake
As I search through the pile of old keys

The lock on the door
Waiting for perfection
As the keys sit
Whispering to one another what they know

Desperation replacing
My abandoned frustration

The keys begin to rattle
Silent screams escape my lips
My dirty hands
Pound the door
And my eyes fill with dreams
Of escape
My mouth watering
For the taste of freedom

But I’m just suck
Trapped inside
This mind of mine



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