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A prison
Walls close in
Outside
The skies are blue
A drone
My eyes blur
Outside
The sun shines down
Trapped
I clench my teeth
Outside
There is joy on the breeze
Weighed down by
Monotony
Outside
The winter air is crisp
With a tightening chest
I turn inwards
Outside
I would breathe