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Titan
I sit in a Titan's clasp.
Gripped.
Locked tight.
Breaking out my only wish.
Looking through fingers.
Hesitant. Testing.
Scared to touch.
Lest I am detected.
Crushed.
Juiced.
By titan machinations.
Timid.
I sit.
'til forgot.
And run like magic,
At freedom's opportunity.
Tuesday 28th March 2017 9:26 pm
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