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Ensnared
Each night her soul is dragged back to its snare,
shadows muffling the day’s joy and laughter.
She wakes from the dream, then lives the nightmare.
She lets a smile dwell on face that is bare,
it slips…reflection’s now only a blur…
Each night her soul is dragged back to its snare.
Sunsets put her on edge, she’s so aware
of this cycle that will pause for never.
She wakes from the dream, then lives the nightmare.
Mask of denial that she now must wear
suffocates her like pillows of leather,
each night her soul is dragged back to its snare.
With escape plan foiled, she now shows no care,
coldness drapes her soul—forever winter…
she wakes from the dream, then lives the nightmare.
Each night her soul is dragged back to its snare,
she wakes from the dream...then lives the nightmare.
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