Get the facts to writing;
the only I own is escaping
It ran down the wall
slinking away to dislodge the dust
There standing outside
but unable to run
as the storm struck
It was such a thing
a crackling with shaking
the scene dripping dark
struggling to be free
still waiting to choose
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