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Metal Door

July 27, 2023

He shuts metal door
of prison cell,
I sing him lovely chants
and songs
but he does not hear me.
Just waves and wind
and occasional seagulls hear me
Dog prints in the sand
But my footprints
get washed out to sea
Clouds become dust.
As winds sweeps up sky.

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