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Within the basement of your heart

I lay in wait

The cold cement cradles my body

You must've stowed away the key

For cobwebs have formed,

Dust has collected

As I await

Your return.

Glass has shattered

It pricks at my skin

Here I'll rest

In the forgotten depths of your mind

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