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a tiny Man,
Locked in the Lyrics,
Barred by the Tune
of a Melodic Memory.
he Involuntarily Sings along
to the Lyrical Entrapment.
his Smile, once Genuine,
becomes Forced.
his Eyes, once Soft and Open,
become Cold.
though in Reality, Emancipated,
he remains a
Slave to the Reminiscence.
her Desperate Attempt
to Hold on to the Intangible,
to Confine the Elusive,
to Gain Stability from the Song.
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