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Trapped and static,
particles infiltrate my breath.
I am compressed,
I am held,
this cell,
this hell.
Hate,
rejection,
approval,
my captors.
I immerse myself in white noise,
I reside in sorrow,
in my despair,
in chains,
in tears,
my cellular embrace.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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