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Numb
Trapped in an industrial freezer
the shelves announce no room for me here.
As the walls start to cave in,
the fear and numbness begin.
Crys only heard among these four walls
searching for escape before the night falls.
Piles of ice scrape to the floor
no longer the nails that have been there before
banged and bruised, knees ever so sore.
Soles that I walk, no longer bar...
Saturday 7th September 2019 6:04 am
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