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Wrought, with fear, Taut lines, drawn near, Cramped, feelings sear, I feel caged.
Gossamer wings clipped, Walls of Sanctum, chipped, My dignity, stripped, I feel maligned.
Now I lie in wake, For reaper's sake, Dressed in morose gear, I await death.
Wrought, with fear, Taut lines, drawn near, Cramped, feelings sear, I feel caged.
Gossamer wings clipped, Walls of Sanctum, chipped, My dignity, stripped, I feel maligned.
Now I lie in wake, For reaper's sake, Dressed in morose gear, I await death.