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I'm awoken in a cold field
At the touch,of snow to skin
Seeking a place of respite
Seeing thing the house,distant

I Climb the porch
of rotted wood
Raise my hand
door opens up
They emerge
with yellow teeth
Extended hands
Reached for mine
I pull away
Legs won't stay

I feel the cold
comes from here

Follow us - Down the hall
Lost you are - Heard our call
Close you eyes - And rest now

Now I'm Found,in this cell
Time that passes,I cannot tell
Never does the sun set,nor the moon rise
I see the vast,yet with no eyes

Weeks grow into years
It's been so long
I've shed my skin
It's lying there
A brick sized hole
My only view
Will I leave again?
Never again

I feel the cold
comes from here

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