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Full Agoraphobic

In fear of death,

I wilt as I weep.

Soaked to the strings

holding together my soul.

Fearing death brings no life,

at all.

Uneventfully, trading my days,

for worries,

for words,

for concepts that might save this life,

in its iron clad cage.

Even death cannot reach through the rusty bars, coated with concern.

Life left a long time ago thinking death would take its turn.

Cowardice to die,

caution to live;

Some where in between,

I exist.


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