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Free-write

Where are you supposed to go

In this quiet prison block? 

You've an entire world around you, 

yet choose to hide behind this lock. 

If you have the need, 

And wish to be seen, 

Then darling - I may have the key. 

Take this hand in yours,

Look past all the eyesores,

And you'll love your time

As part of my design. 

You're breathing it in, 

All the emissed fumes. 

People zipping by,

"What's it to you?"

Listen here and clear,

Don't get it misconstrued, 

Maybe you're looking in,

and I need you..?

It's all incorrect, 

That's a stone-clad fact. 

This is MY world, 

These laws I enact!

Call it selfish, call it prude, '

Then what use to me are you? 

Get lost, get out, make oneself scarce,

I've had enough of you,

And all your affairs.