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Digging my way
out of the box,
Feeling so small and
frightened,
Like an unwavering,
dying fox,
Crawling in the deepest
hole, The silence and
putrid whispers,
Making you feel again,
whole.
For the moment
satisfying your desires.
Take my last sip of
breath, I could,
but only last,
Even I can't escape
death, For it will
come so fast.
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