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my cell


Cold

My breath can be seen 

A gaurd stand by

Peering through the tiny window

He knows I haven't escaped

What a dangerous word

NO?

Escape

My Fate

This cold hell

Wait I see a little crack in the wall 

Crack, Crunch, Crumple

The wall falling down

Broken how my wings are

Yet I still fly

Through the air

The Clouds

The wind

Away to heaven my new home

No longer

Am I

Chained in 

My lonely cell 

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