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Locked up
I'll push my bookshelf in the way of the door,
to lock all people out from reaching me.
Your mind wanders from me and the ways you made me feel safe.
It's too late to pity the old man with your falsities and rotten hope.
Your voice it scratches like a broken violin,
melody entwined with silence.
Silence entwined with anxiety.
Anxiety entwined in my mind.
© Eli Tudor
to lock all people out from reaching me.
Your mind wanders from me and the ways you made me feel safe.
It's too late to pity the old man with your falsities and rotten hope.
Your voice it scratches like a broken violin,
melody entwined with silence.
Silence entwined with anxiety.
Anxiety entwined in my mind.
© Eli Tudor
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