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caught

trying not to scream freedom
in a secret society
where walls made of whispers
never found fate

so, they stayed..

some repeating many times,
never making it further than cages
they created for themselves.

how high they’d climb
only to find
windows built of recycled mind

that never mattered

had tired from carrying stories

over an endless ocean in the attic.

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