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curled up into a ball i lie inside my hole when people pass they say "he can't be there all day" they nod and all agree: "this man should be out, free" but in my hole i ponder a lonely life grows fonder the snugness of a hole it won't grow sad at all? while time drags by like snails the magic slowly fails then unease creeps and crawls through four comfortable walls a motion grabs my form my sanity is torn my hands grapple the dirt and sweetly sings a bird my conciousness still tied but now i am outside 21.04.22