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Exile - 3

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My mind crumbles
Like my pale
Fragile body.

I can only rest on the cold
Beds of stone,
To which I am bound.

The halls have no end,
You see.
Always lit through

Unnerving cracks.
On the walls,
Scratches and scrapes.

Escape can never
Be an option.
And,

I honestly
Don't mind
Anymore.
Find finality in insanity.
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Or find insanity in finality.