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                            My Mind

My mind wanders in a different place
Place that has no connection with here
Place that only you and I can reach
We play there.
More like you play me there.
I am trapped there
The key of the my cage hangs on your icy fingers
Scream,
From the top of my lungs echo around and reach nowhere
I need an escape
But that is my escape
I am in pieces
Pieces that are broken
Pieces which only you can put together
But will you ever?

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