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By kitten678, Vineland, NJ

Blankness…no touch
No sight. Nothing seems
Right at all. I’m all
All alone in this Hell Stall.

The crow makes its
Call, its flock answers with
Fluttering wings. I
Am trapped in the
Suffocating wrath of these golden

Kings of tyranny strike
Me with a horrific spell. My
Yell is never replied,
Continuously denied. I’m all
All alone with no companion to tell of. The dove
Isn’t even interested
In my peculiar auburn glow.

The unique, the civilized, the
Dreamer; my mind grows keener
Each day, hour, minute. My
Words are the sound of a cricket’s.

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