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Trapped
Bound to wood and steel,
a prisoner, I gaze
through dirty windows
at gray skies and moldering brick.
The smell of dirty air,
smog-filled and city-scented,
fills my nostrils,
thick and choking.
Boredom, a heavy weight
lies upon me.
My brain, wrapped in a cocoon
of disuse, slumbers.
The spirit within me longs to run,
leaving behind my bonds
to soar free
in open and clean spaces
So I dream - images flashing before me,
keeping me sane
until once more, time, ticking away,
releases me.
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