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Let Me Out, Let Me In

We have trapped the world in windows,

Picture frames, mirrors vexed with vanity.


The wind blows slack.


Slates roll off rooves in protest.

Branches crack the panes,

Let me out, let me in.


The sun pierces film;

Shifts the night;

Joins forces with the plight

Of street lamps.


Bouncers rays the lasers from their shards,

Beat the rain like caged animals in barbs.


They once were free.



Shitting on unnatural crap,

To be wrapped in bubbles,

Suffocating shelves;

Let me out, let me in.


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