Rumour had it
I might want to leave
this room,
a cell, shaped
like a cage
as the sun tries
to punch light
through my window;
light that I don’t want
here nursing the dark
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A Room With A Clue
Rumour had it
I might want to leave
this room,
a cell, shaped
like a cage
as the sun tries
to punch light
through my window;
light that I don’t want
here nursing the dark
