Uncaring Fate

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Slender beams moonlight in this prison as I kneel

Always a slave,

Always alone,

Frozen here,

Waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air,

Forming an image in my mind

Infiltering my darkened flesh

Tears on my face

I raise my head

Now crying out for this uncaring fate.

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