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In Prison
I turn to leave as I hear your laugh.
The echo sends chills down my spine.
I look back and I see your smirk.
The corners of your mouth haunt me.
I am at your mercy.
Please let me go.
Please, please let me be free.
Free of your grasp.
I am dying to be free.
Here your laughter is my prison.
There is no escape.
The echo sends chills down my spine.
I look back and I see your smirk.
The corners of your mouth haunt me.
I am at your mercy.
Please let me go.
Please, please let me be free.
Free of your grasp.
I am dying to be free.
Here your laughter is my prison.
There is no escape.
Published 1st Mar 2017
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