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Hidden behind chosen limits,
Oneself is held underneath the bar code,
Unable to shine their light they can emit.
Their constituted blandness is woed.
When he breaks the covers by which others have knit,
His oppression is granted by their ode.
In there, the warm musty air settles.
Not a word is to be heard,
Except in the tapping, which silence it meddles.
Their words are of repeated thoughts,
Oppressive thoughts that can be absurd.
Yet breaking away is one
That screams from under its bar to be heard.
Copyright ©2003 Danny Caballero
