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The off white walls impede
perplexing, pressing
thoughts, time and space.

Like a dusty digit
worthy of a baked suffix,
I'm freezing in this room.

but then conversely

I yearn to be boxed in
close the door
but smash the mirror.

Fear what is outside
then hide
the oyster shell closes.

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