With rusted freedom brittle it breaks. Stilted breaths top mental peaks. Confined inside. To stay alive they say. Our lives are worth so live to serve, those towers... Gilted, ivory Of little girth. Spent, flaccid They fall to earth.
Spending confinement writing - Fallen towers
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