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Imprisoned

Crawls on arms, and
cramps in legs
Prickly, stained
paralysis.
Dance with nerves,
stretch with time,
she halts a body
in deceit.

Subtle movements,
weakened breath,
a clouded mind;
misunderstood.
Ails and ills,
a lifelong sentence.
Days roll forward.
Slow.

Repeat.
ursa
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