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The Prisoner

The pounding of the stranger knocking on my door
Echoed in my nervous head
Bang bang bang
The man was dressed in black
His hair slicked back
And a mask
Covered his eyes
Malice embraced his figure
And he laughed as he narrated
The glee of locking me
In and iron cage



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